Equites: Tally-ho Quintus, fancy a spot of Gaul hunting old boy? Last one there's a rotten egg. Charge!!!!
Triarii: There go those flash buggers again. Hope he falls off his sodding horse!
Equites: Tally-ho Quintus, fancy a spot of Gaul hunting old boy? Last one there's a rotten egg. Charge!!!!
Triarii: There go those flash buggers again. Hope he falls off his sodding horse!
It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.
-Voltaire-
Cry Havoc and let slip the FERRETS OF WAR!
gallic defenders of Alesia: Meat, Meat, Meat, Meat
We do not sow.
*grin*
It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.
-Voltaire-
Cry Havoc and let slip the FERRETS OF WAR!
Velites: Wow! We got some bribed equites to fight!
Equites: Now then, now then, stabbing my horse, pulling me to the ground isn't the best idea you have had, we are your own troops you know... arrgh!
Triarii: Now y' wee scunners what happened here?
Equites:(lying through their teeth) He fell off his horse.
Triarii: Now I knew that would happen. Back in MY day we had somthing better than a saddle. They were called Jimmywagons...Or was that my sword...
Velite: Hey look at this spiffy new javelin I got down at that new "Ye Olde Spearshoppe".
Hastatus: Quite nice, but you know who the girls will flock to? The one with the highest plume and the shiniest breastplate.
Princeps: Boys, you could need a good time out at my farm to teach you the running of life. And of course there are all those farmgirls. How I miss my farm... What does this war need me for?
Triarius: *slaps Princeps* Young slacker! You are here because I told you to. You have it so easy on your farm... Slaves... Farmanimals... Crops! BAH! I had to work 30 hours a day, pay to go to work, sleep in a river and I got the rocks I removed from the fields to eat.
Merc hoplite: Wee froom Athenai neever wurk the filds, wee go to the odeon, and you twoo young men, wat aboot comin wit mee and mi friends? Whoo neds vimin?
Equite: Oh my... the rabble is rousing up yet another fight. It is getting quite tiresome, it interupts my afternoon hot water. What is that I spot? A scarlet pimpernel! That could come in handy with the ladies, I'm certain it will save me in the near future. Off to another dashing adventure! Yah yah noble Silver Tongue.
You may not care about war, but war cares about you!
...An Athenian with a German accent? O_O
EB DEVOTEE SINCE 2004
No then he would say: Vee from Athen never vork ze fields... ect ect.Originally Posted by pezhetairoi
I just made an accent, as a greek accent is rather hard to write down.
You may not care about war, but war cares about you!
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