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| Tribe o' the Huns; A rather loose-knit collection of wits | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 8 2013, 11:19 AM (1,307 Views) | |
| The Hunnish Nations | Jan 8 2013, 11:19 AM Post #1 |
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This isn't exactly a family as much as it is a tribe of rampaging barbarians. There is a head of the family, namely myself, Attila of the Hunnish Nations. Otherwise the "family" structure is unconventional. I have a collection of consorts and concubines which change over time. If you wish to become one of my consorts and/or concubines you may volunteer, but that isn't strictly necessary. I plan to abduct and rape consorts and concubines during my rampages, and bring them back over my saddle to my yurt, where they will bear me strong sons and increase the Tribe. My sons will continue the family tradition by abducting and raping their own consorts and concubines. I'll announce whom I've abducted on an irregular basis, so ladies, be prepared. |
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| Ashton Mercer | Mar 11 2013, 04:14 PM Post #11 |
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Ashton, in full legionnaire armor, approaches the camp on horseback. "We will free the women! For Rome!" Three legions waited outside the camp. |
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| Seven-Five | Mar 11 2013, 04:20 PM Post #12 |
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You can do SO much better Rping than that, Ashton. Edit that goddamn post. I want to be able to SEE your armour, to hear the very horses bray as they ride in with the cohorts marching in unison! |
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| Aerie Rosewater | Mar 11 2013, 04:22 PM Post #13 |
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* Charlotte charges into the encampement * Pew! Pew! - was the sound that Charlotte's terminator gun made when it shot her enemies dead. " You are dead! " Edited by Aerie Rosewater, Mar 11 2013, 04:23 PM.
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| Seven-Five | Mar 11 2013, 04:32 PM Post #14 |
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See, Ashton? Charlotte doesn't need to RP well because she's not a heavy-hitting RPer like you! Now is that the level you wannabe on? No, you wannabe on 5,000 levels above everyone else. Like Like fucking Charlie Sheen! TIGER BLOOD RPing! |
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| Aerie Rosewater | Mar 11 2013, 04:58 PM Post #15 |
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How dare you say that? I'll let you know I'm a prolific RPer.
Edited by Aerie Rosewater, Mar 11 2013, 04:59 PM.
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| Ashton Mercer | Mar 11 2013, 05:03 PM Post #16 |
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Sorry I posted that while I was working out. I'll fix it |
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| Seven-Five | Mar 11 2013, 05:04 PM Post #17 |
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...you work out in front of the computer?? |
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| Aerie Rosewater | Mar 11 2013, 05:11 PM Post #18 |
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He was obviously exercising his finger tips on the keyboard! Nothing you peasants will ever understand, just like you pissants don't understand that this sort of RP is called " noveau avant dadaist garde ". High culture, something which you don't even dream of dreaming about understanding it. |
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| Ashton Mercer | Mar 11 2013, 05:30 PM Post #19 |
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How about this? The echoing sound of horse feet driving into the gravel path, silencing the commotion that was happening around the Hun's camp. Praetorian Ashton Ward rode his jet black horse boldly into the camp. The simple Huns were struck with awe; a jet black horse with silver armor, braying fiercely as Ashton pulled on the reins to halt the horse. Ashton stepped down from the horse, being a fearsome sight himself. The dimming sun shone off his armor, being the standard heavy infantry armor, with polished steel. Ashton pulled off his helmet and spoke. "Hear me, people of the Hunnish nations. Your armies have sacked the villages and killed the people of Rome for the final time. The day of reckoning has come for you. I shall escort the innocent women kidnapped by you barbarians, and then the Fifth, Seventh and Ninth Legions will burn your camp and salt your fields, and you shall be defeated." He drew his gladis, sharper than the light that shone off of it, and rose his shield. "Now. If you please, show me the way to the captives." The legions sounded thier horns in the distance, echoing like the thunder from the approaching clouds. |
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| Ashton Mercer | Mar 11 2013, 05:31 PM Post #20 |
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And no. I operate from an iPhone. |
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