Just a quick friendly reminder...

**Whacker** · 05-10-2007, 18:37

Originally Posted by Vladimir

Someone is looking for teh

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Ye though I charge through the subforum of the guild of heresy, I shall fear no Mods. For my artillery art with me. My arquebus and musket, they comfort me.

**Maloncanth** · 05-10-2007, 19:17

I dunno, I've never had camels stop me.

**Whacker** · 05-10-2007, 19:33

Maloncanth, that screenshot is a thing of beauty.

**General Dazza** · 05-11-2007, 00:51

Originally Posted by Maloncanth

I dunno, I've never had camels stop me.

In my crusader states campaign the enemy's camels can't even get near me. My Turcopoles have them spinning in ever diminshing circles until my mounted sergeants and knights templar move in to make with the hammer and anvil.

In the second battle of Odessa my king sat on a hill overlooking the slaughter. "Men," he yelled to his expectant knights, "I tell you that these bedouin camels are are like young men at a dance - so busy trying to organise their stupid feet that they forget to engage the enemy!"

**Noir** · 05-11-2007, 02:03

An army of (cheap) Camels emerges like a mirage from the wind swirls and sandy hills and preys upon the exhausted (and expensive) Franks; bathing in their diminishing sweat, hotcheeked and ultimately a laughing stock in their tin can armour, they fall to their deaths by the firm hand of the Bedouin that hits fast like the desert lightning mounted on its sturdy, prudent and steady beast that knows no tiredness, no thirst, no fear.

May the Christian God show some mercy on them in the afterlife - for Salahadin will show none in this.

Noir

**General Dazza** · 05-11-2007, 03:33

Originally Posted by Noir

An army of (cheap) Camels emerges like a mirage from the wind swirls and sandy hills and preys upon the exhausted (and expensive) Franks; bathing in their diminishing sweat, hotcheeked and ultimately a laughing stock in their tin can armour, they fall to their deaths by the firm hand of the Bedouin that hits fast like the desert lightning mounted on its sturdy, prudent and steady beast that knows no tiredness, no thirst, no fear.

May the Christian God show some mercy on them in the afterlife - for Salahadin will show none in this.

Noir

Nice Noir!

But then, it's all in the prespective...

An army of cheap Camels lurches like a mirage, all windy smells and bandy legs and prays to the assorted (and expensive) Franks; berating the dimwitted, sweaty, pox-cheeked foe, ultimately a laughing starts amongst the dinkum armour, before they call to their deaths the infirm band of the Bedouin that *hits itself fast in the desert like lightning, mounted on its dirty, imprudent and smelly beast that knows no tiredness for dirt and fear.

May the Christian God show some mercy on them in the afterlife - for Salahadin will show none for this.