Warcraft Legacy Starcraft Legacy BlizzForums
The Future?

Go Back   BlizzForums > General Forums > Chit Chat > Online Roleplaying Forum

Online Roleplaying Forum Online Roleplaying Created By and For Our Users.

Reply
 
Thread Tools Display Modes


Old 08-01-2008
 
#1
United Kingdom Rokdar Ironvain
God is upon you.
Join Date: Sep 2006
Posts: 243
 Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!
Default Heroes of the Fall

Heralt stood firm in the middle of the narrow wooden bridge that crossed over the River Tibrus, and connected the humble village of Hulgrath with the Eastern Fold. The river was wide, and the waters were fast flowing. The aged warrior of sixty winters nodded to himself, and then gazed eastwards.

Farmers and their families were surging towards Hulgrath, barely sparing the time to cast back glimpses at the enormous clouds of black smoke that rose over the hills behind them. The raids had begun. The enemy had struck. Heralt had forseen this day since his forced retirement from the King's side. it saddened him.
 



Holding the line since 1989
 

Rokdar Ironvain is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-01-2008
 
#2
United Kingdom Undeath
BF Member
Join Date: Jun 2008
Posts: 10
 Undeath is an unknown quantity at this point
Default

The sheriff of Hulgrath was an early retired huntsman, who went by the name of Olaf Arrowstruck. Being at a fair age of thirty four, Olaf was a renowned marksman, as was his father, and his father's father, and it was said that no person, younger or older, could match him at bow craft.

Many stories surrounded Olaf's past. He had in his own right, through the somewhat distorted descriptions of his good deeds, become a local legend. The story of when he single handedly defended a farmhouse from a pack of wild goblins was the most favourite. Twelve goblins he slew with his arrows of iron, and three more fell with slit throats from his trusty short blade. His climb to fame earned him an audition to become one of the country's new 'sheriffs', people who was paid handsome sums by the King's treasury, to ensure taxes were paid, and that petty crime was dealt with in the most serious of manners.

Today was not a day Olaf was enjoying. Threats from the East, the reports of numerous raids on outlying farms, and to make matters worse for the sheriff, the nearest garrison of the King's men was a day's march from Hulgrath. He dispatched a runner to the garrison when he first saw the smoke rise in the distance, but knew the enemy would arrive before any kind of help could be organised.

Most of the village peoples were quite willing to form a militia under his general command, in order to save their homes. Armed with pitchforks, hoes, rakes, ancient swords and tattered leather, the Hulgrath militia went about fortifying the river banks.

Seeing an elderly man holding firm a sword upon the Hulgrath bridge, Olaf called a warning to him.

'Grey warrior, withdraw yourself, there is little good you can do there. Come, come and join your valiant kinsmen in their efforts to fortify the banks!'

 
 

Undeath is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-01-2008
 
#3
United Kingdom Rokdar Ironvain
God is upon you.
Join Date: Sep 2006
Posts: 243
 Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!
Default

Heralt did not heed the words of his village's sheriff. Instead, he maintained his gaze upon the refugees who had drawn close to the bridge. Laden with wagons full of valuables and foodstuffs, the terrified rural folk stumbled and staggered. Children screamed and women wept tearfully, whilst the men, who's faces were mostly blackened with soot, looked on in silent dismay.

'Farmers of the East.' called Heralt with a voice of deep thunder. 'What has beset you upon the distant hills?'

'Death' yelled one of the younger farmers in reply. 'Death and destruction.'

Heralt remained silent, until the column of refugees reached the bridge. A man in his early forties, with a large black beard, and a cut made across his fine eye brows, stepped forwards to greet Heralt.

'I am Samuel Mason, a farmer from the East.' the man said feintly.

Heralt smiled. 'I am Heralt Strongoxen, former commander of the King's armies, now a retired part-time farmer.'

The farmer gave Heralt a bemused look. 'Former commander of t-'

Heralt cut his words short. 'Do not question it. There is food and shelter beyond this bridge, and no doubt it is those two things you gravely seek.'

'It is.'

'Then tell me, who attacked your farms?'

The man paused, and then looked nervously at the floor. He was evidently shaken.

'Take your time, you have some hours before they arrive at your heels.' said heralt softly. 'Until then, you are barred from entering Hulgrath incase you are spies.'

'They.' the man spoke suddenly. 'they bore the banners of our King, we thought they were our knights.'

'The banners of our King?'

'Aye. Horse riders, clad in mail, gleaming swords. We went to greet them with offerings of grain, as is our country's custom.'

Heralt nodded in silence.

'Then before we realised, they descended upon us, hacking and slashing. Women, children. They didn't care. They just kept killing.'

'How did you escape?'

'Some local veterans banded together at the Algrowt farm, they drew the attention of the horsemen. The rest of us got our things together and fled. I fear the brave souls fell.'
 



Holding the line since 1989
 

Rokdar Ironvain is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-01-2008
 
#4
Chile Demon
Subhuman Spacewaster
Join Date: Mar 2006
Posts: 2,386
 Demon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulz
Default

A smell of fire, wood and dust filled the air and the eastward wind made sure the atmosphere stayed like that, for hours he had walked through the southern woods with a heavy small trunk hanging form his right hand his backpack was full of knives of different sizes and shapes and his belt, more a rope then an actual belt, had several little bags filled with a unknown hard content. Walking was the only thing he could do and had done for the last 2 days and stopping to eat, rest or sleep wasnt a choice or at least a wise choice to make ever since he left the town of Olgmund three days ago, his small nose dripped sweat like a fountain and his face was a portrait of what he had gone through the past days, filthy and covered with his greasy jet black bushy hair that he had fought to control ever since he knew how to brush his hair by himself but this time it was annoying his owner more then ever..He coultdnt bare it, the smell of the wind, the sweat and the heat, his hair and the lack of good shoes broke him at last and so a scream of frustration broke out from his lungs and escaped his mouth made him fall to the ground..minutes passed as he sobbed in the ground like a newborn baby when he finally saw something that would save his life..a river drawn in the sheet of paper he had taken out from someone elses drawer, it was a holy line..soon he heard it, the river running furiously but it wasnt all he had heard.

"'Some local veterans banded together at the Algrowt farm, they drew the attention of the horsemen. The rest of us got our things together and fled. I fear the brave souls fell."

A battle? near this prairie? he looked again at his wrinkled map, nothing but a river was drawn, a river and a bridge, the closest town was beyond the eastern hills..later he herad more sounds..sounds of work..people were working near him..he had made it to a town sooner then he had expected..
 
Demon has 2,386 Posts

NARGLES!!

Sanity is for the weak!
 

Demon is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-01-2008
 
#5
United States Meghan
I'll google your yahoo.
Join Date: Jun 2006
Posts: 9,701
 Meghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than you
Default

Kahrah helped her elderly father across the long bridge. It was only the two of them and a bow she managed to salvage before the attack befelled them. Her father, some 30 years her senior, hobbled along, leaning on her thin frame, his left side paralyzed by a yet unknown cause. She struggled to help hold him up, but wouldn't give up.

As they entered the large town, she located a small wooden bench at it's edge and helped him sit. She told him to rest, and that she would be back with some water.

A few moments later, she was back with her leather flask filled with cool water from the river banks. She gave it to him to drink, and then wiped a wet cloth across his brow. His eyes could barely remain open, as he panted and gasped for air.

"Excuse me sir, is there a medicine man in this town?" she asked of a local who happened by, heading to see what the commotion was about.

"Yes miss, there is one..." but he was too late. His eyes fixed on the slumped body that lay before him. Kahrah turned to look at her father, and fell to her knees in front of him, grabbing his head in her hands.

"Father? FATHER!?" She screamed into his face, burying it within her bosom, as tears of grief rolled down her soft cheeks. The smoke and exhausting escape had taken over his will to live. The light in his eyes was dimmed, and could not be revived. She sat there, sobbing.
 
Meghan has 9,701 Posts
 

Meghan is offline


pm.gif  Send a message via AIM to Meghan Send a message via MSN to Meghan  
Reply With Quote


Old 08-01-2008
 
#6
Chile Demon
Subhuman Spacewaster
Join Date: Mar 2006
Posts: 2,386
 Demon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulz
Default

Something similar to a smile and relief came to him as he realized what ha had seen, the idea of a bed and water gave him enough strength to stand up, pick up his stuff and drag the small he had carried from miles away of this place a few steps more, "even a stable with a fair ammount of hay would do it" said to himself as he passed around the people working and talking desperately, rushing to get something he didnt cared to see or help done, as he went looking for a small inn he could stay, anything would do but it seemed like this town had no inns...was this a sick trick of some witch to make him loose his mind? who had enough money to do that? but he kpet walking until he reached the limit of the town and saw what looked like a sign brought from heaven itself, it wasnt an inn..it was more like a house with more rooms then people to live in them..but the door was open adn he entered hipnotized by the idea that a bed was waiting for him..sleep and food what a delight!

A grey haired woman walked to him as he entered the entrance hall which had a narrow staircase that didnt match with the rest of the house very well..

"Youre looking for a room?"

He nodded

"Its 3 gubs"

He took his last 3 coins and exchanged them for a night of sleep, it was joy he hadnt felt in years, relief like his heart was finnally being released from prison, it was a room to himself..it was an orgasm in the harem of the gods.

Room 205, next to a window and facing east, what more could a tired traveller ask? silence maybe because it was continously broken by something that the thin and frail wood just couldnt keep it outside his bedroom..sobbing of a woman right below him..
 
Demon has 2,386 Posts

NARGLES!!

Sanity is for the weak!
 

Demon is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-03-2008
 
#7
United States Meghan
I'll google your yahoo.
Join Date: Jun 2006
Posts: 9,701
 Meghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than you
Default

Kahrah wiped her eyes, and sat up, looking at the shell that was once her father. She began looking around to see if there was anyone who could help her.

"Excuse me, sir," she said, with tear stained cheeks. That was all she could get out as he just waved her off and continued walking.

"Can you help me?" She asked the next stranger that came along. Again, she got no response, and was passed by quickly.

Disappointed, and weary, she turned back to her fathers corpse, and pondered what she could do. There was a hill just beyond the river. She held him up, and slumped his body onto her back, dragging his feet as she walked. She didn't make it but a few yards before collapsing to the ground with exhaustion.

She looked at her father again, and spoke quietly to him. "I'm sorry I failed you father."
 
Meghan has 9,701 Posts
 

Meghan is offline


pm.gif  Send a message via AIM to Meghan Send a message via MSN to Meghan  
Reply With Quote


Old 08-05-2008
 
#8
United Kingdom Rokdar Ironvain
God is upon you.
Join Date: Sep 2006
Posts: 243
 Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!
Default

Heralt kept his vigil as the lines of reguees continued to file across the bridge. He was an old man, true, but a retired soldier of many campaigns never loses the familiar eagerness for combat, the excitement and the shere terror of it all. The sword of iron gripped firmer still as the minutes past, and the smoke in the east turned thicker.

From his wrinkled lips, Heralt uttered a song from the old days. A song only the King sung, or rather, used to sing, before he fell under the corruption of lesser men, and became a snivering dog with neither honour nor courage.

"In days before the winters came,
Warriors couldn't make their fame.
All was well in the fields of corn,
no souls to be left scorched and torn.

Alas those days are passed,
into the fire we've been cast.
So walk the heels of war.
Let the winter rains weep and pour."


He finished singing, and followed it with a sullen melody of whistles.
 



Holding the line since 1989
 

Rokdar Ironvain is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-05-2008
 
#9
United Kingdom Undeath
BF Member
Join Date: Jun 2008
Posts: 10
 Undeath is an unknown quantity at this point
Default

Olaf had long abandoned Hulgrath's reluctant, somewhat bizzare veteran to his own devices, and turned from the bridge to continue directing the defenses. The trees within the settlment had been felled, and turned into stakes with simple tools and saws. They wouldn't pose much threat against attackers, but Olaf figured they would slow an enemy down should they attempt to cross the Tibrus and scale the banks.

'Point them higher.' He called to two craftsmen who were setting a pair of stakes into the soft mud of the bank. 'If they're too low, the enemy will simply clamber over them. We want to atleast make them think twice before walking in a straight line.'

The craftsmen nodded, and went about re-angling the stakes.

Strolling away from the bank, Olaf pondered the words that were exchanged between the aged Heralt and the farmers. Talk of men desguised as the King's knights, clad in mails and weilding steel arms. He looked back at the petty defenses along the river and sighed. If what the farmer said was true, Olaf knew he stood little chance. He needed more men.

Walking towards the column of refugees who had passed the bridge and were unloading their packs at the entrance of the town, he called to them.

'Anyone who is capable of bearing arms, I beg you to join in the efforts of defending Hulgrath.'

The call was answered by silent murmurs.

'The imposters of the King's men will be within hours if they plan to attack. I cannot hold back such warriors with but a handful of carpenters and fishermen. Will none of you lend your hearts of bravery?'

One man walked out from the line. 'I am Jason, farmer. I have with me my father's sword, still stained with his blood. I shall join you, proud Olaf.'

Olaf smiled. 'The King shall hear songs of your deeds, young Jason. Is there anyone else?'

Perhaps inspired by the actions of Jason, or inspired by the brief thought of possible fame and riches to be found from defending Hulgrath, a few more men in their middle-ages stepped forwards.

'Good.' Said Olaf 'From this day forth you are soldiers of the King, until I, Olaf, Sheriff of Hulgrath and the surrounds, release you from service. Report to the banks and aid in setting up the defenses.'

The group of men nodded and trotted off towards the banks.

Olaf, pleased that he had atleast expanded his militia a slight bit, walked towards the town-propper. As he followed the gravelled path alongside the refugees, he passed a girl hovering over a colapsed man.

'Excuse me madam.' He said, walking towards her. 'You must keep moving, broth and ale is being provided in the town center.'

Getting closer, he realised the man appeared dead. 'Oh.'

A brief silence ensued.

'Is he okay? Father Edwards has created a makeshift surgery in his church should he need treatment for any injuries.'

 

Last edited by Undeath; 08-05-2008 at 09:31 PM.
 

Undeath is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-05-2008
 
#10
United States Meghan
I'll google your yahoo.
Join Date: Jun 2006
Posts: 9,701
 Meghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than you
Default

Kahrah turned and looked at this stranger with sweat dripping from her tired brow.

"He's dead", she muttered in a hushed voice, as if she'd given up all hope. "I am going to the hill to bury him. I will move him." She finished, standing back up and picking her deceased fathers' limp body up. She again put him on her back and continued her slow trudge up the path towards the grassy hill.
 
Meghan has 9,701 Posts
 

Meghan is offline


pm.gif  Send a message via AIM to Meghan Send a message via MSN to Meghan  
Reply With Quote


Old 08-06-2008
 
#11
Chile Demon
Subhuman Spacewaster
Join Date: Mar 2006
Posts: 2,386
 Demon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulzDemon did it for teh lulz
Default

He rolled in his bed trying to sleep, he tried to forget about the noise that disturbed his sleep until he heard it no more, but still..it just wasnt enough, he grunted, shook his, stood by the window and saw someone carry a man slowly apparently to a hill but the person wasnt strong enough and so it hit the ground along with its burden, he looked down and saw no one..what had happened to the crying woman? was that her? I really should help him... He thought, he tried to spit the words, a scream of "d'you need help?" but instead a dry gasp came out, his head hurt and the wood of the floor splintered his foot, he looked back at his bed and thought that if he was to recover his strength he'd better start by satisfying his other needs.

After the stairs, the wooden doors and several streets he found a stable, a tailor, a shoemaker and a bar , he took a quick bath with his old clothes on the horses water and paid the fulfillment of his other needs with the contents of one of his small bags attached to his ropebelt and . Black rugged leather, a real blue belt and a pointy hat for sun protection costed him just two pieces of a reddish stone he had been carrying, black shoes kept his feet from bleeding while he kept on walking to the bar where he bought one big mug of "Something that'll keep me up" which looked dreadful but he had payed for it..As he drinked it his throat felt instantly numbed, soon the liquid made his lungs fill with an overly fresh sensation, a lightness invaded his whole body along with the need of more of that black whatever it was

"Fill my mug! fill it!!!"
 
Demon has 2,386 Posts

NARGLES!!

Sanity is for the weak!
 

Demon is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-06-2008
 
#12
United Kingdom Undeath
BF Member
Join Date: Jun 2008
Posts: 10
 Undeath is an unknown quantity at this point
Default

Olaf bowed his head as the young girl struggled to carry her companion's lifeless body towards what appeared to be a large grassy mound. It was a tragic sight to see, something that touched Olaf, he had never experienced such a thing before. War was new to him. Sure in his time, he had slain beasts of all varieties, he had seen the mutiliated bodies of children in a ransacked barn and he had known the heroes who attempted to avenge their deaths filled graves of their own.

But that was differant, that was the life of an adventurer, there was something pervertedly glorious about it. The slain children provided a task, the goblins provided the antagonists, and those who fell combating the monsters were given warriors deaths. It was like living through a poem.

He sighed. Seeing a young girl try haplessly to drag a man towards a burial spot wasn't poetic at all, it was desperate, it was sad. He burried his enlightenment to a new, dark and twisted world.

'I shall help you.' Olaf insisted, walking over to lend a hand.

 
 

Undeath is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-06-2008
 
#13
United Kingdom Rokdar Ironvain
God is upon you.
Join Date: Sep 2006
Posts: 243
 Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!Rokdar Ironvain is dominating!
Default

'As will I.' Said Heralt coldly.

He had been standing by the path for some minutes now. He had sheathed his sword and given up his watch for but a little while. He walked over to the girl, brushing by Olaf as he did so with a somewhat disrespectful manner.

Looking at the deceased, and then at the girl, he saw similarities in their faces, and deducted they must be akin to one and other.

'Your father, if it is indeed your father, and not your uncle, will need prayers young lady. I am versed in the ways of burial rites.'

The girl did not answer, she merely kept trying to stop herself from collapsing under the weight of her father.

'And the hill you drag him to, is of hard clay. You will need a hand to bury him. I have dug a thousand graves in my life time, come, allow me.'

Stepping forwards, Heralt locked his head under one shoulder of the deceased. He was an old man, but the last thing to go in a warrior is his strength, or so the old saying used to go, and supporting the corpse was easy. He peered at Olaf who sat distracted by some inner thoughts.

'Oi, glorious hero of the eastern farmsteads, give us a hand, or are you just going to watch?'
 



Holding the line since 1989
 

Rokdar Ironvain is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-06-2008
 
#14
United Kingdom Undeath
BF Member
Join Date: Jun 2008
Posts: 10
 Undeath is an unknown quantity at this point
Default

Olaf frowned. 'A man doesn't talk to a sheriff like that, old man. I don't care who you used to be.'

With that, the sheriff of Hulgrath took the other shoulder, and together they began to make for the hill. Turning his head to the girl, Olaf nodded at her.

'You must be hungry and tired, please, I pray you, go to the town center. You will see a large man in a white appron serving food, water and ale to the refugees. Tell him I sent you, and you shall be shifted to the front of the que. Me and my... friend here will see to it that your relative recieves a propper burial.'

 
 

Undeath is offline


pm.gif   
Reply With Quote


Old 08-06-2008
 
#15
United States Meghan
I'll google your yahoo.
Join Date: Jun 2006
Posts: 9,701
 Meghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than youMeghan has a much bigger e-peen than you
Default

As they made it to the top of the hill, she sighed, setting her bow down on the ground.

"Thank you both most kindly for your help. And thank you, for your offer of food and rest. I would be most thankful if the two of you would join me after I have finished burying my father."

She began digging at the hard clay, nearly breaking the wooden shovel she was using. The sweat started dripping from her brow even more, and she grew a frightful pale color.

As the men helped her dig, a sickness came over her stomach, and it contents could no longer be contained, spewing forth onto the ground beside her.

That was the last thing she remembered. Everything went black as night as she slumped to the ground.
 
Meghan has 9,701 Posts
 

Meghan is offline


pm.gif  Send a message via AIM to Meghan Send a message via MSN to Meghan  
Reply With Quote
Reply

Thread Tools
Display Modes

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off
Forum Jump

Similar Threads
Thread Thread Starter Forum Replies Last Post
New Campaign: Fall and Rise omega20 StarCraft Discussion 16 10-19-2008 11:01 AM
Zeratul has been killed/teleported (heroes) Kimera757* StarCraft Discussion 43 08-27-2008 04:44 PM
Storyline Campaign Heroes DragoonX StarCraft Discussion 23 05-03-2008 11:42 AM
Heroes So Far? Agon Chit Chat 1 01-01-2008 08:16 PM
The Fall of Rome Rokdar Ironvain Online Roleplaying Forum 0 08-26-2007 08:47 AM


All times are GMT -4. The time now is 03:24 AM.
Designed by XG3