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08-04-2003, 16:01
It was the year of our lord 1257. Prince Stephen, who sat 2nd in line for the throne of England, had gathered his most trusted body guards and his younger sibling Edward, and headed north through Flanders to the farther most outpost of his fathers lands.
The fort, a simple outpost, was all that separated English lands from that of the Danes and Pole's, but it was from these lands that Stephen would bid is final farewell.
Stephen pulled back abruptly on the reigns of this battle stallion, bringing the entourage to a halt. Turning to his brother, a forlorn look upon his face, Stephen calls out.
Fare thee well brother'.
Turning to face him, a sad smile creasing his face Fare thee well, brother'. Edward replied.
Without another word - both men turn and abruptly started riding off in different directions.
The sound of the hooves thundering in the air around him, lulls Stephen into deep meditation. Reflecting the circumstances that brought he and his brother to this predicament.
Stephen, the second son to King John II, was a natural leader. It was even whispered in the courts that his battle prowess and financial acumen was superior to that of his eldest brother William, but Stephen was second in line to the throne. Being the King of England was not in his destiny.
Perhaps his envy of his brother William was what caused his perversion? Perhaps his incestuous relationship with his brother Edward is what made Edward cracked-brained?
Bahh Stephen snorted... all these questions will be answered in the after-life. Now it was time for battle.
Stephen rode with his loyal band of bodyguards north, into the land of the Danes. Edward rode with his troop, to the East, to the land of the Polish.
The intent is clear. Die gloriously in battle, BEFORE anybody found out about the two of them.
Neither warrior travels far before the local militias confront them. Without hesitation each joins battle, with decidedly different results.
Edwards troop fights gallantly, but in the end, his bodyguards are overwhelmed and slaughtered. Edward dies gloriously for England.
Stephen's fate, it seems, is still in the hands of the gods.
Meeting an army 720 strong, composed of spearmen and peasants, Stephens’s party of 20, thundered across the grasslands assaulting them directly. The clash of metal and dying men echoed across the valley.
For an eternity the English bodyguards fought to break the Danish lines, but sheer numbers drove them backwards into one another. One by one the Danes slowly cut them down.
Sensing his death close at hand, Stephen screams out FOR ENGLAND rallying his few remaining forces to his side. The surge is fierce and momentarily pushes the Danes back, but it is not enough. As his last man falls, an inky blackness overcomes Stephen. His mind grows dim.
It could have been hours it could have been days. He is not sure, but his first thought of consciousness and clarity is that of the rain. Gently splattering in the mud. The dull 'thiiing' sound it makes, when it hits his armor.
Like a man drunk with too much liquor he surveys the scene before him, half disbelief, half amazement.
Dead he says out loud to himself. They are all dead.
Standing alone, in a field of corpses, Prince Stephen kneels down and prays.
My lord my God, my valor is naught without you. My new command rating of 4 and valor of 14 Will smite thy enemies greatly
Alone, with his valor of 14, Stephen set out to conquer the world. After a solo rampage through 5 provinces and 1000s of enemy soldiers slaughtered, by himself, including hundreds of spearmen... I retired this particular game.
Has anyone else ever gotten a general or prince to a level 14 valor?? Can they be beat at 14????
He jumped from a 2 valor to 14 in 1 battle
Crazy… but it was fun watching him kick so much ass.
The fort, a simple outpost, was all that separated English lands from that of the Danes and Pole's, but it was from these lands that Stephen would bid is final farewell.
Stephen pulled back abruptly on the reigns of this battle stallion, bringing the entourage to a halt. Turning to his brother, a forlorn look upon his face, Stephen calls out.
Fare thee well brother'.
Turning to face him, a sad smile creasing his face Fare thee well, brother'. Edward replied.
Without another word - both men turn and abruptly started riding off in different directions.
The sound of the hooves thundering in the air around him, lulls Stephen into deep meditation. Reflecting the circumstances that brought he and his brother to this predicament.
Stephen, the second son to King John II, was a natural leader. It was even whispered in the courts that his battle prowess and financial acumen was superior to that of his eldest brother William, but Stephen was second in line to the throne. Being the King of England was not in his destiny.
Perhaps his envy of his brother William was what caused his perversion? Perhaps his incestuous relationship with his brother Edward is what made Edward cracked-brained?
Bahh Stephen snorted... all these questions will be answered in the after-life. Now it was time for battle.
Stephen rode with his loyal band of bodyguards north, into the land of the Danes. Edward rode with his troop, to the East, to the land of the Polish.
The intent is clear. Die gloriously in battle, BEFORE anybody found out about the two of them.
Neither warrior travels far before the local militias confront them. Without hesitation each joins battle, with decidedly different results.
Edwards troop fights gallantly, but in the end, his bodyguards are overwhelmed and slaughtered. Edward dies gloriously for England.
Stephen's fate, it seems, is still in the hands of the gods.
Meeting an army 720 strong, composed of spearmen and peasants, Stephens’s party of 20, thundered across the grasslands assaulting them directly. The clash of metal and dying men echoed across the valley.
For an eternity the English bodyguards fought to break the Danish lines, but sheer numbers drove them backwards into one another. One by one the Danes slowly cut them down.
Sensing his death close at hand, Stephen screams out FOR ENGLAND rallying his few remaining forces to his side. The surge is fierce and momentarily pushes the Danes back, but it is not enough. As his last man falls, an inky blackness overcomes Stephen. His mind grows dim.
It could have been hours it could have been days. He is not sure, but his first thought of consciousness and clarity is that of the rain. Gently splattering in the mud. The dull 'thiiing' sound it makes, when it hits his armor.
Like a man drunk with too much liquor he surveys the scene before him, half disbelief, half amazement.
Dead he says out loud to himself. They are all dead.
Standing alone, in a field of corpses, Prince Stephen kneels down and prays.
My lord my God, my valor is naught without you. My new command rating of 4 and valor of 14 Will smite thy enemies greatly
Alone, with his valor of 14, Stephen set out to conquer the world. After a solo rampage through 5 provinces and 1000s of enemy soldiers slaughtered, by himself, including hundreds of spearmen... I retired this particular game.
Has anyone else ever gotten a general or prince to a level 14 valor?? Can they be beat at 14????
He jumped from a 2 valor to 14 in 1 battle
Crazy… but it was fun watching him kick so much ass.