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Not me, and I'm out, creating OP master armies is god modding.

>.< Sais the person who just did that before
sorry mate but you need to understand that if you throw massive armies at me im just as liable to throw them right back. You were quite prepared to use this host on someone else a moment ago

I was summoning around 30-40 Daemons to replenish my army because I knew the Tomb King alliance would force me to fight back. Not 1000 daemons.

Then the only daemons that will coe forth will be about 30-40 I havnt changed the numbers just the direction

It really does seem like it, I mean, my force is small to begin with, I planned to summon a second contingent in order to break the gates, counter attack, etc...

all i was doing was changing the direction of the army

I just rejoined now I'm going to probable die.

Lol the orcs will save u

Lucian Greymark wrote:Lol the orcs will save u

No they will not.

Why not?

Dont care if this was godmodding, you guys wern't obeying the rules of engagement. One on one combat is pretty much sacred.

Well 1 on 1 turned to 3 on 1 but it is still good how I'm still alive.

I dont like unbalanced fights. This needs to be balanced or there is no honour in the win. Only cowards fight with a three on one advantage in single combat situations

Lucian Greymark wrote:I dont like unbalanced fights. This needs to be balanced or there is no honour in the win. Only cowards fight with a three on one advantage in single combat situations

The battle has changed I think. Its all on all now if im right.

black templar wrote:

Lucian Greymark wrote:I dont like unbalanced fights. This needs to be balanced or there is no honour in the win. Only cowards fight with a three on one advantage in single combat situations

The battle has changed I think. Its all on all now if im right.

Nearly. I think me and Syrath are still just about allied still.

TheRobotLol wrote:

black templar wrote:

Lucian Greymark wrote:I dont like unbalanced fights. This needs to be balanced or there is no honour in the win. Only cowards fight with a three on one advantage in single combat situations

The battle has changed I think. Its all on all now if im right.

Nearly. I think me and Syrath are still just about allied still.

Come on you know you want to kill him.

Im throwing axes on Nurgle champions

black templar wrote:

TheRobotLol wrote:

black templar wrote:

Lucian Greymark wrote:I dont like unbalanced fights. This needs to be balanced or there is no honour in the win. Only cowards fight with a three on one advantage in single combat situations

The battle has changed I think. Its all on all now if im right.

Nearly. I think me and Syrath are still just about allied still.

Come on you know you want to kill him.

Don't tempt me

TheRobotLol wrote:

black templar wrote:

TheRobotLol wrote:

black templar wrote:

Lucian Greymark wrote:I dont like unbalanced fights. This needs to be balanced or there is no honour in the win. Only cowards fight with a three on one advantage in single combat situations

The battle has changed I think. Its all on all now if im right.

Nearly. I think me and Syrath are still just about allied still.

Come on you know you want to kill him.

Don't tempt me

Do it. Do it.

When your partially surrounded by my forces and the enemies, and have made it clear that the Tomb Kings are your foes, I would not try and make an enemy out of everyone.

We are allies. The tomb kings and orcs are the threat, and being chaos, we team up to fight them.

Good, we don't want any unfortunate accidents.

No we do not. By the way, the Hydra is nearing completion of his aformentioned ritual.

And Ulric want to claim skulls.
Slimy skulls..

Ok...who let him out da nuthouse?

Herobrine.

Is it too late for another person to join?

Nopes, not too lates.

black templar wrote:

Lucian Greymark wrote:I dont like unbalanced fights. This needs to be balanced or there is no honour in the win. Only cowards fight with a three on one advantage in single combat situations

The battle has changed I think. Its all on all now if im right.

I was refferring specifically to our deul

Cool, thanks. And here is my character:

Character name: Sir Dregore of Parravon
Character age: 78
Character race: Human

Appearance: Though he has lived for nearly 80 years, Dregore remains young, due to the powers of the grail running through him. Dregore is a well-built man due to constant battle and training. He stands just over 6 feet tall, and has a proud powerful stride, common among nobles of Bretonnia. He has Dark black hair, and Bright-Green eyes. Dregore wears his hair in a short tail behind his head, and sports no facial hair.

Armor: Dregore wears the common layers of a Bretonnian knight, leather armour, underneath chainmail, and masterly forged Plate male to finish it off. He also has a helmet he wears, said to have been forged by ancient dwarven smiths. He also carries a shield which has a golden Pegasus on a white background, his coat-of-arms, imprinted beautifly on it.

Weapons: Dregore carries a lance said to have been bestowed upon him by the lady herself, it has a faint glow of power to it, and strikes with the power of a thunderbolt. The blessings laid upon it keep it from ever shattering. Dregore’s Sword is of beautiful craftsmanship and when it strikes, sends a devastating shockwave in all directions. Dregore’s Sword and Lance were made as a pair, and so legend says that when one is held, the other can always be found.

Bio: Dregore was born into a royal family in Parravon. For his 5th birthday, Dregore’s parents presented him with a Pegasus Foal, with which he bonded nearly instantly. Dregore trained hard with lance and sword, mounted and on foot for much of his life, until the king called an Errantry war, which he was all too happy to join. Dregore, and his trusty Pegasus “Arion”. In the war, Dregore was assigned to a squad of Errantry Knights also riding Royal Pegasi. His squad, nicknamed “Gold Wing”, was assigned to make quick lighting fast strikes against the enemy from the air at key points to ensue panic and disorder. Dregore became a prominent leader in this squad, and when the squad leader fell during a strike, Dregore was awarded the new rank of unit Champion. He and his squad became an effective strike force, become a key part of many of the battles they took part in. After the War he returned to his home to learn of his father’s death, and as the heir, he took the throne. His previous squad of newly made Knights of the Realm had become very close during the war and decided to swear loyalty to Dregore, and serve him as he needed. Dregore slowly grew this squad of knights until he had a small army of air troops, ready to fight at moment’s notice.

Years later a vision came to Dregore, calling him to the wild. Seeing this as a call from the Lady of the lake, he wasted no time in beginning his quest for the grail, leaving his closest friend and 2nd in command, Moren. Dregore spent many years traveling the world on his faithful steed, slaying the unholy beasts on monsters that stalked the land, until one knight he was contacted again by a dream, leading him to an old ruin of an ancient castle, long forgotten. Here he was presented by the magnificent Lady of the Lake, the Holy Grail, from which he was allowed to drink. The moment the Liquid touched his lips, he felt the power, and after taking a small sip, felt enourmous pain and burning deep within his chest. This pain continued to intensify until he collapsed in agony, on the old wooden floor of the castle. He watched through the foggy vision as the lady disappeared, and left him there alone. He laid writhing in pain on the Floor for 2 days, until the pain finally subsided, leaving him weak and hungry, yet deep inside he could feel a dormant power. After returning home Dregore took back his throne once again, and has remained there for many years since. During his life as a Holy Grail Knight, Dregore has traveled into the forest of Loren, met the elves of the trees, and on a few occasions met again with the Lady of the Lake. Stories have been woven of the Great knight upon this silver throne, some true, but most are pure imagination. Sir Dregore of Parravon is a well-known leader in parravon, and a feared commander of the powerful Pegasus army “Gold Wing”

(My apologies if Dregore sounds a bit over the top, being a Grail knight, I wanted to implement just as much “legend” and “folk tales” as fact about him, most of it is just flashy words and stories, but if you want him toned down a bit, let me know)
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Name of army: Gold Wing
Sub-commander army: Moren
Troops: 100 Pegasus Knights (All equipped with Lances, Swords, Shields, and Full Armor)