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Originally Posted by Cute Wolf:
good luck Hooah... and don't play EB until the exams are finished
Why not? I do it all the time (ang get A's) good luck Hooah... and don't play EB until the exams are finished
~Jirisys (Jirisys Einstein!)
because im not smart like you. 
School is over and i now have time to update!
Dejotaros and his men, along with Lugo, O’Bryn, and me set out for the new Lusotanan capital, Numantia. Yntyn and Cian opted to stay back and party with the rest of Mwgoon’s army after they took Sucum-Murgi. Flynnyn also decided to stay back, because he was still looking for that UFO he claimed he saw during the last battle.
Anyhow, we made the trek to Numantia, where I hear it's a mystical place, full of strange creatures and customs. We shall soon see. As we marched into the province, a wooden sign greeted us. It said “Welcome to Celtiberia: Land of the Roof Fish.” I wonder what Roof Fish are…
The garrison of Numantia met us for battle. They clearly are not the friendly type.
Dejotaros deployed our slingers on the flanks, skirmishers in the middle, and the cavalry on the far flanks. Infantry was, as always, in the center.
After a dozen or so volleys, the slingers fell back behind the line, as the skirmishers went into action.
All of a sudden, some Lusotanan medium spearmen went right past our skirmishers on the right flank and began turning around to flank them. Lugo made no hesitation, drew his sword, and charged. The rest of the unit followed suit.
Our medium swordsmen charged into a group of Lusotanan skirmishers, and quickly hewed them down. After they were done, they joined the fight against the enemy spearmen.
The Lusotanan commander sent in some light spearmen to help out the spearmen fighting Lugo and his men, and possibly flank them if they could. Seeing this, Dejotaros sent another unit of heavy swordsmen to flank the flankers.
While this was going on, the left flank was pretty quite as our slingers pelted the enemy with stones. Why the enemy never ran forward to engage, we don’t know. Maybe they were content with being bombarded with rocks? After the slingers were down to only ten rocks each, our cavalry charged, routing the Lusotanan left flank.
The enemy was routing, and we gave chase.
The battle was soon over, and with very light losses.
The city was undefended and we marched right in.
With the defeat of the garrison of Numantia, the Lusotanan had only one semi-large army left.
But we didn't have to worry about them just yet. Heavy snowfalls mean that it's a two-week march from the nearest Lusotanan camp to Numantia.
We explored the city, and soon found out what Roof Fish were.
Me, Lugo, O’Bryn, and one of Dejotaros’s aides, named Seymour (he was quite fat), went to the city elder and asked. He merely pointed up. There was a can of beer hanging from a string.
The elder said “Do not try to take the object on the string, or you are kaput!”
Seymour laughed. “That’s ridiculous!”
Then he grabbed the can.
He flew up through the hole in the ceiling and we heard a loud scream. His bones weren't found until the next morning.
We stayed away from anything on a string after that.
We then went to see some local boys playing a game called “Soccer.”
I was about to ask them what “Soccer” was, but O’Bryn stopped me.
“Casey, “Soccer” is what we call “Football” in Briton. The Iberian tribes, under a united league called “Spain,” have a professional team, and they are quite good.”
“Does Briton have a team?”
“Yes, but we don’t like to admit it, because our goalie is so incompetent.”
“Oh.”
The next day Dejotaros came to us with a proposition.
“You three have served your Bren well for the past decade or so. I am granting you three, as well as your three friends back in Sucum-Murgi a month long vacation back in Briton.”
We were overjoyed, but we all thought it was best to stay and help the Bren. He told us not to worry; a cease-fire was in the works with the Lusotanan. Still we insisted that we stay.
“Well, ok, but come back if you change your minds.”
We went outside and saw a two-headed cow being hauled up by some Roof Fish.
We hurried back inside and took up Dejotaros’s offer to take vacation time in Briton.
We traveled to Sucum-Murgi and got Cian, Yntyn and Flynnyn, and headed to Tyde for the boat home.
A month later, we arrived in London.
Things were quite different back home then what we remembered.
It seems like “teatime” is a regular institution here. In the afternoon for about an hour or so, everyone just stops and drinks tea and chats quietly, even soldiers.
How disappointing. I’ll bet that the world will now see us as a dainty, calm and reserved people that wouldn’t hurt a fly. If they only knew whom the Britons used to be….
There is also a holiday in the south called “Well Dressing.” All they do is make wells nice to look at for a few days before the horrid British weather ruins it all. Lame.
We decided to travel north, in the hopes of finding more interesting things to do. And we were right! The people up north are so interesting! There is a thing called “Cheese Rolling,” where you roll a big circle of cheese down a hill and you try to catch it. But it's quite dangerous, for Lugo almost broke his legs. We then participated in Up-Helly-Aa, where we dragged a boat through town and then lit it on fire, making a spectacular bonfire. But the custom does not go very well with the Straw Bear Festival, for we accidentally gave the straw bear third-degree burns. Oops.
Then we came across the best custom of all— Dwile Flonking! We got so drunk from this game that we don’t recall what the rules are, but all we remember is that it involves a lot of beer and no Roof Fish.
Dejotaros and his men, along with Lugo, O’Bryn, and me set out for the new Lusotanan capital, Numantia. Yntyn and Cian opted to stay back and party with the rest of Mwgoon’s army after they took Sucum-Murgi. Flynnyn also decided to stay back, because he was still looking for that UFO he claimed he saw during the last battle.
Anyhow, we made the trek to Numantia, where I hear it's a mystical place, full of strange creatures and customs. We shall soon see. As we marched into the province, a wooden sign greeted us. It said “Welcome to Celtiberia: Land of the Roof Fish.” I wonder what Roof Fish are…
The garrison of Numantia met us for battle. They clearly are not the friendly type.
Dejotaros deployed our slingers on the flanks, skirmishers in the middle, and the cavalry on the far flanks. Infantry was, as always, in the center.
After a dozen or so volleys, the slingers fell back behind the line, as the skirmishers went into action.
All of a sudden, some Lusotanan medium spearmen went right past our skirmishers on the right flank and began turning around to flank them. Lugo made no hesitation, drew his sword, and charged. The rest of the unit followed suit.
Our medium swordsmen charged into a group of Lusotanan skirmishers, and quickly hewed them down. After they were done, they joined the fight against the enemy spearmen.
The Lusotanan commander sent in some light spearmen to help out the spearmen fighting Lugo and his men, and possibly flank them if they could. Seeing this, Dejotaros sent another unit of heavy swordsmen to flank the flankers.
While this was going on, the left flank was pretty quite as our slingers pelted the enemy with stones. Why the enemy never ran forward to engage, we don’t know. Maybe they were content with being bombarded with rocks? After the slingers were down to only ten rocks each, our cavalry charged, routing the Lusotanan left flank.
The enemy was routing, and we gave chase.
The battle was soon over, and with very light losses.
The city was undefended and we marched right in.
With the defeat of the garrison of Numantia, the Lusotanan had only one semi-large army left.
But we didn't have to worry about them just yet. Heavy snowfalls mean that it's a two-week march from the nearest Lusotanan camp to Numantia.
We explored the city, and soon found out what Roof Fish were.
Me, Lugo, O’Bryn, and one of Dejotaros’s aides, named Seymour (he was quite fat), went to the city elder and asked. He merely pointed up. There was a can of beer hanging from a string.
The elder said “Do not try to take the object on the string, or you are kaput!”
Seymour laughed. “That’s ridiculous!”
Then he grabbed the can.
He flew up through the hole in the ceiling and we heard a loud scream. His bones weren't found until the next morning.
We stayed away from anything on a string after that.
We then went to see some local boys playing a game called “Soccer.”
I was about to ask them what “Soccer” was, but O’Bryn stopped me.
“Casey, “Soccer” is what we call “Football” in Briton. The Iberian tribes, under a united league called “Spain,” have a professional team, and they are quite good.”
“Does Briton have a team?”
“Yes, but we don’t like to admit it, because our goalie is so incompetent.”
“Oh.”
The next day Dejotaros came to us with a proposition.
“You three have served your Bren well for the past decade or so. I am granting you three, as well as your three friends back in Sucum-Murgi a month long vacation back in Briton.”
We were overjoyed, but we all thought it was best to stay and help the Bren. He told us not to worry; a cease-fire was in the works with the Lusotanan. Still we insisted that we stay.
“Well, ok, but come back if you change your minds.”
We went outside and saw a two-headed cow being hauled up by some Roof Fish.
We hurried back inside and took up Dejotaros’s offer to take vacation time in Briton.
We traveled to Sucum-Murgi and got Cian, Yntyn and Flynnyn, and headed to Tyde for the boat home.
A month later, we arrived in London.
Things were quite different back home then what we remembered.
It seems like “teatime” is a regular institution here. In the afternoon for about an hour or so, everyone just stops and drinks tea and chats quietly, even soldiers.
How disappointing. I’ll bet that the world will now see us as a dainty, calm and reserved people that wouldn’t hurt a fly. If they only knew whom the Britons used to be….
There is also a holiday in the south called “Well Dressing.” All they do is make wells nice to look at for a few days before the horrid British weather ruins it all. Lame.
We decided to travel north, in the hopes of finding more interesting things to do. And we were right! The people up north are so interesting! There is a thing called “Cheese Rolling,” where you roll a big circle of cheese down a hill and you try to catch it. But it's quite dangerous, for Lugo almost broke his legs. We then participated in Up-Helly-Aa, where we dragged a boat through town and then lit it on fire, making a spectacular bonfire. But the custom does not go very well with the Straw Bear Festival, for we accidentally gave the straw bear third-degree burns. Oops.
Then we came across the best custom of all— Dwile Flonking! We got so drunk from this game that we don’t recall what the rules are, but all we remember is that it involves a lot of beer and no Roof Fish.
Geez... another funny updates from Hooahguy... 
Originally Posted by jirisys:
Why not? I do it all the time (ang get A's)
~Jirisys (Jirisys Einstein!)
and then, don't whine about exams now, do the skinning Why not? I do it all the time (ang get A's)
~Jirisys (Jirisys Einstein!)
Originally Posted by Cute Wolf:
Geez... another funny updates from Hooahguy...
and then, don't whine about exams now, do the skinning
I didn't play EB this time, i studied because... idk... i wanted to get and A+Geez... another funny updates from Hooahguy...
and then, don't whine about exams now, do the skinning
~Jirisys (for a leader you have a lot of pacience
(so much you haven;t told me precisely what you want me to do))jirysis, join our mod instead! Rawr!
btw, great update!
btw, great update!
Originally Posted by gamegeek2:
jirysis, join our mod instead! Rawr!
btw, great update!
* Whipping Cute Wolf to sent the order...jirysis, join our mod instead! Rawr!
btw, great update!
Darn, we have such reckless mod leader....
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