The highland battler pulls one out of their sporrah and mounts it at the entrance while remarking, "Cheannaich mi e far bricklink...(I bought it off a bricklink.)".
One of the lego pieces falls off as the croft trembles. The howls resemble war cries as a horde charge down the hill. Shutting the door, the highland battler coughs. "Dhìochuimhnich sinn mu na Aztecs. (We forgot about the Aztecs...)"
The highland battler pulls one out of their sporrah and mounts it at the entrance while remarking, "Cheannaich mi e far bricklink...(I bought it off a bricklink.)".
One of the lego pieces falls off as the croft trembles. The howls resemble war cries as a horde charge down the hill. Shutting the door, the highland battler coughs. "Dhìochuimhnich sinn mu na Aztecs. (We forgot about the Aztecs...)"
{JAMMERS! Historical Fun Fact} For context regarding British Soldier- See the Battle of Bannockburn.
A British soldier emerges from a bush and throws a stink eye at the both of them before slipping back into the leafy foliage...
Climbing on top of a protruding stone, the Battler beats their broadsword upon their targe (shield) and bellows out in Gaelic "Buaidh no bàs! (Victory or death!)" Charging headlong into battle barefoot, the Battler quickly comes face to face with one of the Aztec Warriors.
Circling his opponent, the Aztech Warrior attempts to intimidate with another one of his war cries before being met with the Battler's own. The two quickly engage in a back and forth, the force of their yelling wiping the battlefield clean of all combatants.
{JAMMERS! Historical Fun Fact} For context regarding British Soldier- See the Battle of Bannockburn.
A British soldier emerges from a bush and throws a stink eye at the both of them before slipping back into the leafy foliage...
Climbing on top of a protruding stone, the Battler beats their broadsword upon their targe (shield) and bellows out in Gaelic "Buaidh no bàs! (Victory or death!)" Charging headlong into battle barefoot, the Battler quickly comes face to face with one of the Aztec Warriors.
Circling his opponent, the Aztech Warrior attempts to intimidate with another one of his war cries before being met with the Battler's own. The two quickly engage in a back and forth, the force of their yelling wiping the battlefield clean of all combatants.
*Whispers.* They're distracted, now's a good chance to leave.
{JAMMERS! Historical Fun Fact} For context regarding British Soldier- See the Battle of Bannockburn.
A British soldier emerges from a bush and throws a stink eye at the both of them before slipping back into the leafy foliage...
Climbing on top of a protruding stone, the Battler beats their broadsword upon their targe (shield) and bellows out in Gaelic "Buaidh no bàs! (Victory or death!)" Charging headlong into battle barefoot, the Battler quickly comes face to face with one of the Aztec Warriors.
Circling his opponent, the Aztech Warrior attempts to intimidate with another one of his war cries before being met with the Battler's own. The two quickly engage in a back and forth, the force of their yelling wiping the battlefield clean of all combatants.
*Whispers.* They're distracted, now's a good chance to leave.
The Battler cannot hear the fellow's words as the ground splits beneath them. Cries of a truce from other Aztec Warriors are drowned out as the Leading Aztec's death whistle clashes with the Battler's own bagpipes. The noise is deafening, forcing many to plug their ears with dirt in a futile attempt to save their sanity.
*Whispers.* They're distracted, now's a good chance to leave.
The Battler cannot hear the fellow's words as the ground splits beneath them. Cries of a truce from other Aztec Warriors are drowned out as the Leading Aztec's death whistle clashes with the Battler's own bagpipes. The noise is deafening, forcing many to plug their ears with dirt in a futile attempt to save their sanity.
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Sept 8, 2022 18:44:34 GMT
Limping from the battle site, the Highland Battler dons the cape of a bear and roars out a challenging war cry while holding their broadsword and targe in the air.
Limping from the battle site, the Highland Battler dons the cape of a bear and roars out a challenging war cry while holding their broadsword and targe in the air.
*blows war horn and summons legions of Bò Ghàidhealach, mounting one the Highland Battler raises their longsword above their head*
Limping from the battle site, the Highland Battler dons the cape of a bear and roars out a challenging war cry while holding their broadsword and targe in the air.
*blows war horn and summons legions of Bò Ghàidhealach, mounting one the Highland Battler raises their longsword above their head*
*Marches in with my centuria (as is befitting my station, rather than a full blown legion [and also ignoring the fact that there are only 57 total Roman soldier rank members, all of which I am too lazy to tag]) builds a palisade*
*blows war horn and summons legions of Bò Ghàidhealach, mounting one the Highland Battler raises their longsword above their head*
*Marches in with my centuria (as is befitting my station, rather than a full blown legion [and also ignoring the fact that there are only 57 total Roman soldier rank members, all of which I am too lazy to tag]) builds a palisade*
The Highland Battler watches from afar, riding their mount back to their croft. Writing down a message on multiple parchments, the Battler ties each of them to a flock of Ravens and sends them off, out of the firing rage of the Roman Legion.
Gathering their longbow, the Battler tests its string before filling their quiver with arrows. Camouflaging themselves with face paint, the Battler dodges and weaves through the foliage as they spy on the construction.
*Marches in with my centuria (as is befitting my station, rather than a full blown legion [and also ignoring the fact that there are only 57 total Roman soldier rank members, all of which I am too lazy to tag]) builds a palisade*
The Highland Battler watches from afar, riding their mount back to their croft. Writing down a message on multiple parchments, the Battler ties each of them to a flock of Ravens and sends them off, out of the firing rage of the Roman Legion.
Gathering their longbow, the Battler tests its string before filling their quiver with arrows. Camouflaging themselves with face paint, the Battler dodges and weaves through the foliage as they spy on the construction.
Not to destroy your argument with facts and logic, more of a historical aside, but parchment was first seen in Scotland in monasteries, and bagpipes are believed by some to have been introduced by the Romans- an import from the middle east. So Rome has already won. Mwahahaha!! Also ravens aren't messengers, they never have been outside of fiction. Which is what this is so I guess it's okay. Also the following is google translate so I'm sorry if it's not 100% classical Latin:
*The centurion overlooks the completed fortification, and listens to sentry reports of strange creatures in the surrounding woods* "Sol occubuit. Incendite saltum, ut videamus lucem per noctem." (The sun has gone down. Burn the forest so that we can see in the light through the night.)
The Highland Battler watches from afar, riding their mount back to their croft. Writing down a message on multiple parchments, the Battler ties each of them to a flock of Ravens and sends them off, out of the firing rage of the Roman Legion.
Gathering their longbow, the Battler tests its string before filling their quiver with arrows. Camouflaging themselves with face paint, the Battler dodges and weaves through the foliage as they spy on the construction.
Not to destroy your argument with facts and logic, more of a historical aside, but parchment was first seen in Scotland in monasteries, and bagpipes are believed by some to have been introduced by the Romans- an import from the middle east. So Rome has already won. Mwahahaha!! Also ravens aren't messengers, they never have been outside of fiction. Which is what this is so I guess it's okay. Also the following is google translate so I'm sorry if it's not 100% classical Latin:
*The centurion overlooks the completed fortification, and listens to sentry reports of strange creatures in the surrounding woods* "Sol occubuit. Incendite saltum, ut videamus lucem per noctem." (The sun has gone down. Burn the forest so that we can see in the light through the night.)
OOC: No offence taken. I thought I'd stretch the reality a bit considering this is a bit wild of a roleplay that fits into historical fiction. *reads about the bagpipes and slaps my knee* Fhuair thu ann mi! (You got me there.)
IC: The Battler notices the soldiers moving into the forest and becomes suspicious. They blow their war horn, causing the Bò Ghàidhealach to stampede.
Not to destroy your argument with facts and logic, more of a historical aside, but parchment was first seen in Scotland in monasteries, and bagpipes are believed by some to have been introduced by the Romans- an import from the middle east. So Rome has already won. Mwahahaha!! Also ravens aren't messengers, they never have been outside of fiction. Which is what this is so I guess it's okay. Also the following is google translate so I'm sorry if it's not 100% classical Latin:
*The centurion overlooks the completed fortification, and listens to sentry reports of strange creatures in the surrounding woods* "Sol occubuit. Incendite saltum, ut videamus lucem per noctem." (The sun has gone down. Burn the forest so that we can see in the light through the night.)
OOC: No offence taken. I thought I'd stretch the reality a bit considering this is a bit wild of a roleplay that fits into historical fiction. *reads about the bagpipes and slaps my knee* Fhuair thu ann mi! (You got me there.)
IC: The Battler notices the soldiers moving into the forest and becomes suspicious. They blow their war horn, causing the Bò Ghàidhealach to stampede.
OOC: I had much intended to follow in your fantastical footsteps by having archers fire fiery arrows into the canopy, but I forgot to specify so I guess soldiers have left the safety of the fort now. IC: *The Romans fire the Roman arrow machines, onagers, scorpios, and ballistae, in a veritable salvo into the oncoming cows, their mounted away-party galloping back in a frenzy, breaking the vases of oil in the forest and torching it behind them*
OOC: No offence taken. I thought I'd stretch the reality a bit considering this is a bit wild of a roleplay that fits into historical fiction. *reads about the bagpipes and slaps my knee* Fhuair thu ann mi! (You got me there.)
IC: The Battler notices the soldiers moving into the forest and becomes suspicious. They blow their war horn, causing the Bò Ghàidhealach to stampede.
OOC: I had much intended to follow in your fantastical footsteps by having archers fire fiery arrows into the canopy, but I forgot to specify so I guess soldiers have left the safety of the fort now. IC: *The Romans fire the Roman arrow machines, onagers, scorpios, and ballistae, in a veritable salvo into the oncoming cows, their mounted away-party galloping back in a frenzy, breaking the vases of oil in the forest and torching it behind them*
IC: Due to the slippery nature of the spilled oil, the Battler is unable to maintain a proper footing, merely securing clumps of dirt as the trunks of trees prove untrustworthy. Grabbing ahold of a fleeing horse, the Battler pushes a screaming Roman off it in frustration and turns the steed aside. Historically inaccurate face paint began to drip from the Battler's face as they shielded their eyes and hollered for nearby minifigures from the previous battle to join forces and rescue the blessed land from the flames of the invading force. Unfortunately, unlike the movies, very few of the minifigures understood the Battler.
Guiding the horse in a zig zag motion, the Battler begins to sniff the air. "Am bi mi a’ fàileadh còcaireachd hama?" (Do I smell ham cooking?) Staring at the arrow stuck in their shoe, the Battler makes a tactical retreat for a nearby river, oblivious to the small fire growing in the hair.
OOC: I had much intended to follow in your fantastical footsteps by having archers fire fiery arrows into the canopy, but I forgot to specify so I guess soldiers have left the safety of the fort now. IC: *The Romans fire the Roman arrow machines, onagers, scorpios, and ballistae, in a veritable salvo into the oncoming cows, their mounted away-party galloping back in a frenzy, breaking the vases of oil in the forest and torching it behind them*
IC: Due to the slippery nature of the spilled oil, the Battler is unable to maintain a proper footing, merely securing clumps of dirt as the trunks of trees prove untrustworthy. Grabbing ahold of a fleeing horse, the Battler pushes a screaming Roman off it in frustration and turns the steed aside. Historically inaccurate face paint began to drip from the Battler's face as they shielded their eyes and hollered for nearby minifigures from the previous battle to join forces and rescue the blessed land from the flames of the invading force. Unfortunately, unlike the movies, very few of the minifigures understood the Battler.
Guiding the horse in a zig zag motion, the Battler begins to sniff the air. "Am bi mi a’ fàileadh còcaireachd hama?" (Do I smell ham cooking?) Staring at the arrow stuck in their shoe, the Battler makes a tactical retreat for a nearby river, oblivious to the small fire growing in the hair.
OOC: I'm just going to stop butchering Latin and say "He roughly said in Latin." Also, highland battler just built different. "Due to the slippery nature of the spilled oil" my brother in Dagda, it's been torched, it is on fire and all you're concerned with is s l i p p i n g ? . . .
IC: "Three didn't make it? and we lost a war horse? Well that could have gone smoother..." The centurion (roughly) said in Latin.
IC: Due to the slippery nature of the spilled oil, the Battler is unable to maintain a proper footing, merely securing clumps of dirt as the trunks of trees prove untrustworthy. Grabbing ahold of a fleeing horse, the Battler pushes a screaming Roman off it in frustration and turns the steed aside. Historically inaccurate face paint began to drip from the Battler's face as they shielded their eyes and hollered for nearby minifigures from the previous battle to join forces and rescue the blessed land from the flames of the invading force. Unfortunately, unlike the movies, very few of the minifigures understood the Battler.
Guiding the horse in a zig zag motion, the Battler begins to sniff the air. "Am bi mi a’ fàileadh còcaireachd hama?" (Do I smell ham cooking?) Staring at the arrow stuck in their shoe, the Battler makes a tactical retreat for a nearby river, oblivious to the small fire growing in the hair.
OOC: I'm just going to stop butchering Latin and say "He roughly said in Latin." Also, highland battler just built different. "Due to the slippery nature of the spilled oil" my brother in Dagda, it's been torched, it is on fire and all you're concerned with is s l i p p i n g ? . . .
IC: "Three didn't make it? and we lost a war horse? Well that could have gone smoother..." The centurion (roughly) said in Latin.
OOC: IC: Flames swirl around Battler. Out of the blazing inferno, a longbow is raised in the air. Smirking, the Battler dons a green cap and preens the red feather decorating it, somehow extinguishing the small fire in their hair, before jumping through the flames and bellowing a cheerful laugh.
The ground rumbles as thousands of other merry beings clad in green are being summoned...
The dried mud on their face twists the Battler's complexion into that of a mad creature, their former gear perishes in the flames as a new minifigure is born. Grabbing the neck of a fleeing Bò Ghàidhealach, they once again let out a merry but chilling laugh.
"Come forth, for good food and good times! Huzzah, to Sherbert Forest! Forestman!"
Also the following is google translate so I'm sorry if it's not 100% classical Latin:
*reads about the bagpipes and slaps my knee* Fhuair thu ann mi! (You got me there.)