Loren vs. Blades war

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Gen. Volkov

 ((Hehe. Thats a good movie. Ooo ooo! *Light bulb*))

And then the song changed, and the rest of his fighters picked it up, and it lifted their hearts. This great upswell did what sheer numbers never could. It gave the rodents heart. And this heart began to change the course of the battle, despite the superior numbers of Loren. And the song went like this.
"Everywhere we go,
people wanna know,
who we are,
so we tell them,
We are Volkov's,
mighty mighty Volkov's."
And then the men, in their joyous, yet doomed attacks, paused. And the yells of millions filled the air from the hill. The men looked up and cheered. Volkov grins in relief and orders a general advance, as the new troops begin their assault.
"It seems victory has been snatched from the jaws of defeat."
It is said that when Rincewind dies the occult ability of the entire human race will go up by a fraction. -Terry Pratchett

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Sticker334 says(Peace Alliance): OMG! HOBOES

The Voice

 Dead Eye hacked down another 3 rats going toawrds his archers. He started battering towards Volkov, then saw flags on the hillside bearing General Austins flag. Thank the lord for reinforcements. Then Dead Eye saw the WOOF commander. "It is good to see you!" he shouted as he slashed down another three people. This was it! He saw a creature come behind WOOF and intercepted the creature, flying him toawrds another three. "Let this be the hour we draw swords together!" he shouted and ran into battle.  
So quiet
Another wasted night
The television steals
The conversation
Exhale
Another wasted breath
Again it goes unnoticed.

Please tell me you're
Just feeling tired
'cause if it's more than
That I feeel that I might break
Out of touch  out of time.
Please send me anything
But signals that are mixed
Cause I can't read
Your rolling eyes
Out of touch  
Are we out of time?

Close lipped
Another goodnight kiss
Is robbed of all it's passion,
Your grip
Another time, is slack
It leaves me feeling empty.

I'll wait until tomorrow
Maybe you'll feel better then
Maybe we'll be better then
So what's another day
When I can't bear
These nights of thoughts
Of going on without you
This mood of yours is temporary
It seems worth the wait
To see your smile again
Out of the corner of your eye
Won't be the only way
You'll look at me then.


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I'm missing your bed  
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots
where we'd have to speak
And this bottle of
beast is taking me home.
I'm cuddling close
to blankets and sheets
You're not alone
and you're not discreet.
You make sure I know  
who's taking you home.
I'm reading your
note over again.
There is not a word
that I comprehend
except when you signed it
"I will love you always
and forever"

As for now I'm gonna
hear the saddest songs,
and sit alone and wonder
how you're making out
But as for me I wish that I was anywhere
With anyone
making out

I'm missing your laugh,
how did it break?
And when did your eyes
begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy
as your pretending.
I'm missing your bed,
I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots
where we'd have to sleep.
And this bottle of
Beast is taking me home.

Your hair
It's everywhere
Screaming infidelities
Taking it's wear
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Consider the odds
consider the obvious.
The martyr is meaningless
the campaign has died.
In the planning stages
and the fallen faces
are the singular proof
that it was ever alive.

This purchased rebellion
has been outdated
denounced and rescinded
and left to die championless.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you  I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor
as you retreated.

Hope has sprung a perfect dive
a perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue
conceding your defeat.

Does it comfort you to know
you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory,
hollow and alone
to boast your bitter
bragging rights
to anyone who'll listen.
While you're left with
nothing tangible to gain
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Whatever poisons in this bottle
will leave me broken, sore and stiff
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at,
he owes me one last wish
So here's a present to let you know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips

But I got a plan (I got a plan)
To drink for forty days and forty nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And every time you fed the line,
?you mean so much to me?
I'm without you

Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say

And even if her plane crashes tonight
she'll find some way to disappoint me,
by not burning in the wreckage,
or drowning at the bottom of the sea
Jess, I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you
And all this empty space that you create
does nothing for my flawless sense of style
It's 8:45 (it's 8:45), the weather is getting better by the hour (rains all the time)
I hope it rains there all the time
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied
I'm without you

Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say,
who would do anything you say

Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it [15x]

Okay no more songs about you. After this one I am done.
You're gone.[repeat untill end]

Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
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Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter
and this morning I threw up fire
But it's nothing new
I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
And every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
Every stupid melody to every stupid song,
and every stupid word that everybody's hanging on

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar
and I woke up with a shiner
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view
of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head
And this quiet dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
And we beat each other up just like we always do
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess

Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor

They hung her from the bridge on Monday
The gathering turned to a mob out on the lawn
They dropped her body in the river
School and work returned to normal before long
(before long... and no one will mention any of this again)

Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess

Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor
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I got a twenty-dollar bill
That says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
and the way you always criticize the Smiths.
and Morrissey.

And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mix tape.
It's short just like your temper,
But somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.

I got a twenty-dollar bill
that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you don?t appreciate Brand New
And me.

And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I hope you know I mean I wish that you?d grow up
This is the first song for your mix tape
And it?s short just like your temper
But somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.

Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow [repeat 4x]
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So people ask my why I have a big signature and I say...
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To annoy people

Gen. Volkov

 Volkov was on the front lines of the battle, fighting alonfside his men, when he heard Dead Eye over the battle.
"Good to see you too!"
He shouted as he slashed another Loren troop. He waded farther into the battle, protected by his leaders and his brilliant Commander, Cuchulain. Loren began to give way under this sudden onset of pressure. THey were pushed back sown the hillside, taking many casualties, until finally, the first ranks broke, and scattered. This started a exponential growth, as more and more troops saw that others were running and broke themselves. Volkov saw this, and pursued it to his advantage. Finally Dead Eye and he met, and he started a charge with Dead Eye right beside. He shouted as he charged.
"To victory!!! To death!!!!!!"
And the men took up his cry shouting,
"To death!!!!!"
And they crashed into the Loren troops.
It is said that when Rincewind dies the occult ability of the entire human race will go up by a fraction. -Terry Pratchett

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Sticker334 says(Peace Alliance): OMG! HOBOES

Holby

 Holby groaned. "Pain" wasn't a strong enough word for the throbbing in his head. "That blerry well hurt, you know." He groaned.
"Aye sir, it would. Take it easy for a few moments."
He was laying down in some springy moss, a rock as a pillow. The weasel who spoke had applied a bandage to his head. Around him, wounded troops lay resting, several caring for them.
He sat up. "Where..." He almost lost consciousness again, and lay down. "Where are the rest?"
"Rest, sir?"
"All the groups we sent in, didn't we win the battle? Surely someone took over for me? Not like they all went off to bury themselves in onion icecream."
"Sorry, sir, we lost."
"But where are the rest?"
"... Gone."
Holby stared at the face in front of him in blank shock. Surely this couldn't be all remaining!
"Get me Devari on the phone."
"We don't have phones, sir."
"Prolly wouldn't turn it on for me, anyway."
"Sir?"
Holby withdrew two cups from his pocket, with string attached to each base, joining them together.
"You take this end, and I take this one..."
Two hours of explaining later the weasel was off.  
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wolf bite

 Wolf Bite, leaning on his walking staff, watches curiously as a weasel unrolls a big ball of string through a battle field as the weasel holds a cup in one  hand.


Wolf Bite
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Grand Master Wolf Bite
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Wolf Pack =  Klowd19, Blood Wake, Sonoras, Giggles

Gen. Volkov

 Volkov sat on a stump in the middle of the battlefield. It was finally over. He began talking with Aus and Dead Eye.
"Well. Its a good thing you showed up when you did Austin. We woulda been gone inna bit there."
"Dead Eye, thank you for calling in Blades. Woof will repay this favor someday. In fact we may be nearing the point when Woof joins this war."
And with that, he went quiet, thinking to himself about how many had died on both sides. Cuchulain, miraculously, had made it through the battle again, Volkov had no idea how he did it. He finally spoke again.
"Well, what now boys? Holby will be regrouping soon, prolly talking to Devari right now."
It is said that when Rincewind dies the occult ability of the entire human race will go up by a fraction. -Terry Pratchett

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Sticker334 says(Peace Alliance): OMG! HOBOES

The Weasel Liberation Mov

 As Devari saw the battle failing, he cursed the reinforcements for coming too soon. He then watched as Vashna wisely retreated to the fortified camp in the hills.

"Wise decision.... They don't realize it, but they truly cannot break our fortified position there." Devari commented to himself.

Gathering up the rest of his leaders, he trudged on to his destination. If all worked out, this should be good...
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Highest rank on Turbo: 9th

Holby

 OOC: Pick up the phone, Devari. ;)
BIC:
"Darn it, he got away. And so did all but one of them. We're in a fix now."
The messenger moaned in annoyance and disappointment. Having almost reclaimed power, he had lost it again.
"But they couldn't take the gold."
"That's something," replied one of the rats.
The messenger thought. And thought. He needed to inform Holby of what had happened, explain nicely why the mercs hadn't arrived, and ask whether they should continue. Something hit him, then, as the solution. Not hit, lightning bolt hit, but anvil hit.
"Get those two cups and string from my bag." He said to one of the rats.
"You take this end, and I take this one..."
Two hours of explaining later the rat was off.  
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Gen. Volkov

 Volkov idly watched the rat unroll the string across the field, wondering what it was doing. Then, in a flash, he got it. He snuck out and tied a piece pf string tightly to the one the rat was laying down, then snuck back the stump and listened on his cup for something to happen. Before this, he ahad ordered his troops to regroup and rest. He knew he would have to storm that fortress soon, but not now, not now.......
It is said that when Rincewind dies the occult ability of the entire human race will go up by a fraction. -Terry Pratchett

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Sticker334 says(Peace Alliance): OMG! HOBOES

Holby

 OOC: Sometime this century, Devari m'lud. ;)  
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wolf bite

 In the battlefield, over the sound of clinging blades a loud howl is heard.  The sound is deep and long so that every beast notices.  Then the words are heard, ?Stop! Stop this very instant!?

The field of warriors freezes in their very motions.  Sword against sword, blade against armored breastplate.  There is complete silence.  

From the woods can be seen the green eyed, yellow wolf emerge in his overwhelming height of 6 feet long.  Walking among rats that come to his knees and even the largest stoat only comes to the hilt of his sword on his belt, Wolf Bite strides into the battlefield walking toward the middle.

Gasps and muttering can be heard in the whispered tones.

?I thought he was neutral??

?Maybe he has picked a side to fight on??

?I think his is going to force a truce.?

?One swing of that broadsword and 30 will be killed.?  Came from a timid rat holding a ball of string.

?What if his legendary elite forces are just over the next ridge??

?Do you really think he would challenge both side??

?There would be a bloody battle of three forces!?

The mighty towering warrior with a look of determination barely glances at the armies watching his every move as he steps over  rat and around weasel on his way to the center of the fight.  He stops momentarily and browses around. Then looks down and in a soft voice says to himself ?Oh, there you are.?  He leans over and picks up his lost walking staff off the ground.  ?I knew I had left you someplace.?  He then marches back toward the woods.  Just as he is about to disappear in the brush, he waves his hand over his shoulder and says aloud ?You guys can ? well ? can get back to what ever it was you were ... doing.? With that he is gone as the tip of his tale swishes behind a tree.


Wolf Bite
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Grand Master Wolf Bite
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Wolf Pack =  Klowd19, Blood Wake, Sonoras, Giggles

lonewolf

 OOC: would it be to late for me to join.

ic: a scout comes running back "master lasirus there is an battle in the distance what should we do".
At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS, President Dr. Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the

Gen. Volkov

 OOC: Er what? Would you mind revising that so it makes sense? And is an actual RP post?
It is said that when Rincewind dies the occult ability of the entire human race will go up by a fraction. -Terry Pratchett

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Sticker334 says(Peace Alliance): OMG! HOBOES

IFman

 OOC:Is it too late for me to join?

A warrior wolf in the distant mountains is given a message of attacks from blades to Loren by a panting crow. He quickly takes his army and marches to the battle. On his way he only stops to destroy blades reinforcements going to the battle. He hopes that the warrior Wolf Bite isn't making muffins during the battle again.
I'm so tired of being lost in a world,
Where no one can find me.
I want to break free of the cage,
That has been enclosing me for too long.
I know that I am alone and no one will save me,
So I am to escape for myself.
I wander down a path,
That will go on for eternity.
I shall never reach the end,
I am trapped no matter where I go.
Though I finally manage to reach the end,
I must fight the monster inside of me to pass.
It is filled with so much anger, hate, and despair,
The only antidote is love, courage, and hope.
The three things I do not have,
And never will.
It is there that I give up,
I have nothing left but myself.
So I lay down forever,
Never going to get up again...as I fade away from all existence.

Gen. Volkov

 OOC: Its not to late to join.. but you do have to introduce your character, and make your posts story like. Plus you have to have read the earlier posts, if you had, you would know there were no Blades reinforcments going to battle, they were already there.
It is said that when Rincewind dies the occult ability of the entire human race will go up by a fraction. -Terry Pratchett

cloud says: I'm pretty sure I'm immune to everything that I can be immune to...brb snorting anthrax.

Sticker334 says(Peace Alliance): OMG! HOBOES