The Almighty Jorb Sends Aid to New Roanoke
Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:16 pmToday the people of Plymouth server can breath a sigh of relief, as the fearsome Chief RunsLikeWind has been slain, as well as another one of his not-so-braves. The journey began with the Coles Crusaders™ gathering scents that the Chief so graciously left for us as breadcrumbs to find him at our leisure. We set out across the New World, in search of everyone's favorite newb slayer.
After a long and arduous journey through treacherous swamps, forests, and mountainous terrain, we arrived at a village called New Roanoke. As we approached the village, we could see the Chief and his not-so-braves pillaging these poor pilgrims' claim as if Jorb himself had commanded it. Knowing that the Almighty Jorb would never command such a ruthless act, we had no choice but to defend these helpless innocents from the false prophet and his congregation of misinformed sheep.
As the Chief spotted us, we could almost hear the PeePooKaKa coming out of him. He instantly decided to live up to his name, Chief RunsLikeWind, and his not-so-braves followed suit. They split in multiple directions, like flies being chased away from a dung heap. Two of us went after the Chief, while the other two pursued the tribal scum known as Mean Mike McCoy (seen here listening to the ramblings of his false prophet).
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The Chief fled northward, while Mean Mike McCoy fled east. Hustlinguistics, utilizing his expert marksmanship, fires a shot into the Chief's back, and pursues him with an unmatched ferocity, that can only be explained by the touch of the hand of Jorb. With the breath of Moo blowing at his back, Hustlinguistics gained on the chief with every step, seeming to float, as if he were being carried through the air by Jorb himself.
Meanwhile, the pursuit for Mean Mike McCoy was going equally as well, ending with a phlegmless indian, stunned by the powers of our ninja style leaping through the air. The time had come to send this indian to be judged by the Almighty Jorb and Loftar.
The pursuit for the Chief was obviously longer, as he is well trained in the ways of retreat, as one can surmise from his true name Chief RunsLikeWind. He manages to split the two Crusaders chasing him, as one of his other one of his not-so-braves manages to pull one of the Crusaders away. Hustlinguistics, however, remained hot on his tail. As the end of the Chief's life drew near, Hustlinguistics said a little prayer, and sacrificed the Chief to the godly saint known as Oddgod.
In the name of Jorb, the Coles Crusaders™ returned to the village of New Roanoke, and proceeded to put back all of the things the evil indians had removed from their claim. After having successfully saved the village of New Roanoke, we decided to take a much deserved break before heading home.
After a long and arduous journey through treacherous swamps, forests, and mountainous terrain, we arrived at a village called New Roanoke. As we approached the village, we could see the Chief and his not-so-braves pillaging these poor pilgrims' claim as if Jorb himself had commanded it. Knowing that the Almighty Jorb would never command such a ruthless act, we had no choice but to defend these helpless innocents from the false prophet and his congregation of misinformed sheep.
As the Chief spotted us, we could almost hear the PeePooKaKa coming out of him. He instantly decided to live up to his name, Chief RunsLikeWind, and his not-so-braves followed suit. They split in multiple directions, like flies being chased away from a dung heap. Two of us went after the Chief, while the other two pursued the tribal scum known as Mean Mike McCoy (seen here listening to the ramblings of his false prophet).
http://forum.salemgame.com/viewtopic.php?f=6&t=2041
The Chief fled northward, while Mean Mike McCoy fled east. Hustlinguistics, utilizing his expert marksmanship, fires a shot into the Chief's back, and pursues him with an unmatched ferocity, that can only be explained by the touch of the hand of Jorb. With the breath of Moo blowing at his back, Hustlinguistics gained on the chief with every step, seeming to float, as if he were being carried through the air by Jorb himself.
Meanwhile, the pursuit for Mean Mike McCoy was going equally as well, ending with a phlegmless indian, stunned by the powers of our ninja style leaping through the air. The time had come to send this indian to be judged by the Almighty Jorb and Loftar.
The pursuit for the Chief was obviously longer, as he is well trained in the ways of retreat, as one can surmise from his true name Chief RunsLikeWind. He manages to split the two Crusaders chasing him, as one of his other one of his not-so-braves manages to pull one of the Crusaders away. Hustlinguistics, however, remained hot on his tail. As the end of the Chief's life drew near, Hustlinguistics said a little prayer, and sacrificed the Chief to the godly saint known as Oddgod.
In the name of Jorb, the Coles Crusaders™ returned to the village of New Roanoke, and proceeded to put back all of the things the evil indians had removed from their claim. After having successfully saved the village of New Roanoke, we decided to take a much deserved break before heading home.