Best Citadel (M2TW) Contributor Winner

2007 Best Citadel (M2TW) Contributor Winner

FactionHeir

Congratulations and thank you for making the Org. a better place. :sunny:

Thank you all for your votes and trust. I will endeavor to continue providing help to members new and old at the Citadel and beyond :bow:

Congratulations, Factionheir - very well deserved. :bow:

Congrats FH! :2thumbsup:

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Thanks for making my job easier, FH.

Good job, FactionHeir! ~:cheers:

Congrats FactionHeir!!! :2thumbsup: :balloon2:

From the balcony of his impressive fortress of doom, the man in shadows gazed upon the masses below. They raised their new champion upon their shoulders and showered the Prince with flowers and confetti. They cheered as their chosen leader promised to bring hope and justice to the kingdom. The man in the shadows watched with a solemn glare upon his face, beneath the hardened exterior of his gilded armour. Not a word was uttered from the man in the shadows... but if the jubilant crowd could see what was lurking beneath the armour plated mask, they would all be silent.

The evil creature behind the mask was the very same who brought death and destruction to entire continents. His dark armies would rise from nothingness and spread terror and death wherever they went. Even those who pleaded their surrender would receive no mercy from the minions of darkness. All who dared mention his name would be put to a swift death, but the most terrifying aspect of all was the manner in which they died; in ways more gruesome than can be described in the limited form of words.

Through all this, the continent remained firmly in the grip of this dark lord. But for now, the few left unenslaved have chosen a hero to challenge the lord. He could easily crush this new Prince, but it seems that the council of elders, who swore a blood oath of allegiance to the dark lord, have betrayed him and thrown their support behind the Prince.

Even now, in the stronghold of Bern, the dark master could sense the daggers approaching. He knew their methods, for he himself had hired these assassins. Perhaps they did not know with whom they were dealing. With a sudden swift movement, he turned and let loose the knife he had concealed within his cloak. The rattle of death was the only sound that escaped the lips of the assassin, whose body crumpled to the ground in disgrace.

From the opposing direction; the whistle of an arrow piercing through the air. But too late, as the man in the golden mask had already swung his sword, slicing the thin projectile in half. As the assassin readied another, the dark warlord had already traversed the distance of the room and grasped his attacker by the throat, and with one powerful motion lifted him up and impaled the man through the stomach with his blade. His victim writhed in pain and watched in horror as the dark lord swung back his head. The cloak fell to the floor, along with the golden mask, revealing for the first time the brutally scarred face of the evil tyrant, who bared his teeth and bit down ferociously on the assassin's neck and face, tearing his flesh apart as his dying body become numb from the pain.

The assassin gasped in horror, but he could not speak as his throat was already torn apart. His broken body was tossed down from the balcony towards the crowd below, and landed in a crumpled heap in front of the Prince himself.

The procession immediately halted, and the horrifed rabble turned to their new champion to see what he would do.

But FactionHeir turned to the crowd and spoke:

"The dark reign of Askthepizzaguy has come to an end! Even now, the Forum Administrators are storming his fortress, and taking back the lands that are rightfully ours! He will trouble the Org no more!!!"

But it was at that moment that a bone-chilling cackle erupted from a man on horseback who had just escaped through the main gate. The rider tossed something in the direction of the Prince... it was the disembodied head of Grog, the former Blitzmaster.

"You're next, FactionHeir... you're next!" Called the man on horseback.

FactionHeir knew that this was far from over. But for now, the dark overlord had been forced from his home, and the Prince was crowned the Best Citadel Contributor of 2007. And for now, he had the support of the people, who cheered his name. "Long Live FactionHeir! Long Live FactionHeir!" the crowd chanted.

A hew, hopeful day has dawned. For now, the Org seemed safe. But could FactionHeir guarantee that Pizzaguy would not return for the 2008 Org awards? Perhaps not.

As the sun set on this dark and forbidding Citadel, the horseman galloped further into the forests of central Europe, to rally his troops and prepare for his inevitable assault. There would be never be peace in the Org so long as that warlord remained alive.

ATPG will return...

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In all seriousness FactionHeir, I honour your win. :bow:
See you next year!

Good job FH, keep up the good work. I always look forward to reading your posts.

Congratulations !!