Pantheon: The Third Age - Rules and Comments Thread

[Dorian]

Im gonna try my damdest to talk someone into it, just to make me your favorite watcher creator

[Madadeva]

Im gonna try my damdest to talk someone into it, just to make me your favorite watcher creator

You are NOTHING!

So bring it on!

[Dorian]

Oh its on! Its been BRUNG!

[Fist and Faith]

Oh, I don't know. I get the feeling that Nor's seen the futility of his ways, and is just crying out for a tree-hugger to convert him to the path of righteousness and benevolence!

Where are you Zephyr?

Both my and Zephyr's moms taught us that, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

[Damelon]

I've got an idea! Let's all sing kumbaya!

[Fist and Faith]

*wipes away tear*

I love you, man!

[Zephyr]

Good one, Fist! Apparently, you've never met my mom.

[Dorian]

edit; nevermind, joke was too harsh and I felt bad for posting it

[Xar]

I just noticed that we're barely into the third turn, and yet this thread has almost reached half the length of the P2 Rules and Comments thread

[I'm Murrin]

This one had months of build up before the game actually started, though.

[Xar]

This one had months of build up before the game actually started, though.

Maybe you're right. Well, let's see what goes on

[uKulwa]

Nor Yekith has seen the cost of the second age, and it's doing something to him that will make him more dangerous.

You're setting yourself up, aren't you? Good to have you back...no doubt things will be even more interesting.

[Arcadia]

Nor is mutating himself! LOL!

[Madadeva]

Nor Yekith's worm is turning into a Butterfly!!

[Menolly]

Hmm...

Would metamorphosis fall under mutation?

[Menolly]

*sorry for the double post*

Fascinating artifacts and eye in the Art thread, AllFather. Last time you started posting images all hell broke lose.

[balon!]

From the floating heart, a contemptuous, smooth voice issued. "Had I known what Lord Adamorn's face looked like, I would have adjusted the bone structure, flesh and fat. Although I am sure that the likeness is close. The warrior fought on to the end, valiantly and vainly - no doubt how Adamorn would have. Throw the body into the flesh rivers. Bring me the next to die."

Damn. You wily bastard.

Bashing LA when he's dead.

Pure evil genius.

[Cryak]

The Igazi Isiphuzi

The stories say that they come for you in the night. That you go to sleep in your hut with your comrades, and that you awaken blind and suffocating in the dark, surrounded by the warrior-fanatics of uKulwa. That strange herbs burn, bringing you visions, and that you will become drunk on the blood of the enemies of God.

The Igazi Isiphuzi, the Blood Drunkards…fanatics who kill or die with equal fervour, determined to serve God in this world and the next. They say that if you have family, you must kill them in initiation…that you may have no family but God and the King. They say that you are forced to eat the living eyes of a prisoner, sucked from his screaming skull, they say…they say many things. But nobody knows…For the Igazi Isiphuzi, there is only service or death.

The Prophet-King may unleash them…but none save God may reign them in. Their war-cry is that of the King: Si-gi-di! One Thousand! For every man is the equal of a regiment on the battlefield.

Of themselves, they say only: “Judge us not by our numbers, but by the numbers of the dead we leave behind us.”

They are the dreaded. The elite. The men with no ties. With no goals. With no ambition.

Except to wash their spears in the blood of the enemies of God.

-–Fireside Tales

Damn. That is good. I love this game.

[uKulwa]

Thanks. Contest entry going up...

[variol son]

I can't believe that I actually have my turn ready. I'm not sending it yet, in case something else comes to mind before Saturday, but I'm quite impressed with myself.