Not really. The Free are my enemies by the grand design of the game. You are my enemy by choice. If anyone’s grave is worth pissing on, it would be yours.
Is it the title you don’t like? Your publically-stated position was to declare in favor of balance, so you can hardly deny it…
Just for the record, what criteria do you suppose neutrals should use?
Whatever they like, as long as they can live with it. Did you see me posting that the split was unfair? My only comment was that the Free knew that by jumping on the EA they would get you and the Corsairs. That’s a fact, not an opinion.
As for communications, I sent you a few messages, but you didn’t deign to reply. I had some nice banter with some of the other neutrals, though, especially your ally, the Corsairs.
I had thought I sent responses to all emails from all parties (though some terse due to time) However, on checking, I do find one email from you on 11/15. And you are correct that I didn’t reply. woops. My apologies for that.
Well, come on down and try to get me in a grave. Then you can do whatever you want to it. If you put me in the grave, I won’t care because i’ll be dead.
Let’s get back to in game type taunting, I never meant my post to ever go down this road, apologies to all for that. Like Dave said, and I’m glad he recognized it, it was just my view and opinion, and was questioned on it and expressed my reasoning. But like I said the first time, I respect everyone’s decision, for ME is bigger than one game and I while I clearly don’t agree with the reasoning, I can’t really blame them.
So lets just drive on, as the Noldo said, before any lasting damage is made. Said not as a DS or FP or a neut, but as a player.
DrLo, I cannot wait to see how you eluded the SE or my cav, but it appears you did it. I guess it paid off for you to hold on to your orders for an extra day.
And lookie-lookie what I found on the bottom of my horse’s tail at 4018…
BAIN! No wait, BAIN seems to have horsie-bite marks from the other end of my steed. Stick to the mountain goats BAIN, they are much more your size and tempermant.
So what is it that has my horse’s rear end in an “uproar?” It appears to be DS! All 3 of the DS cav that had been running amuck in my eastern 40. Apparently the smell was not from my mount’s back end after all.
Will you boys, err wolves, err what the heck is that thing underneath Hagrog, and ohbytheway shouldn’t he be riding his mount from the front instead of the rear?
Will you gents be issuing rfspers and move? Or will you rfspers and attack? And how close is your nearest thief/assassin anyway? This is going to be fun!
Your positive outlook is admirable, Pearly, considering the situation. Unfortunately, that outlook is not shared by the Eothraim troops facing the armies of the Great and Terrible Eye at 4018. It seems the scores of battered Northmen corpses being dragged behind my wardogs are causing your troops some consternation. This was confirmed by my scouts, who reported mutterings of “head for the hills”, “get out of Dodge”, and “better yella than dead” coming from your army’s camp.
It seems your soldiers know the truth that you refuse to accept: Against the power of Mordor there can be no victory
Possibly true, and any yella cowboy is going to get his just rewards, I assure you.
Unfortunately I was alluding not so much to your generals’ fear of Thuidimer son of Fabio, but rather their fear of the wrath of Mighty Mouse, er no wait I mean BAIN! Sorry Bain, but it is easy to get the two of you mixed up.
Although the look on Hargrog’s face is possibly not fear… Uvatha, you have got to do something about that. I thought that type of conduct was illegal even in Tol Buruth!!! Look, even Bulrakur draws the line somewhere short of public display.
Clearly we are not in Buhr Waldmarh anymore, Toto.
It seems that you did not wave enough sandwiches in front of your cavalry to be able to reach Dol Guldur. It is a dreadfull place to be I admit. Perhaps that is why your forces were careless enough to let me hire some men that have now marched out to say hello to the Sinda.
It is getting hot being the DragonLord, I sure do get a lot of attention. I wonder what will happen next turn, I guess we cannot continue to beat off totally overwhelming superiority again and again. But then again who knowns, we do have nice friends with shiny daggers, and the dwarfes have been camping an awfully long time in front of GG
Nah forget I said that… I am only trying to confuse you:D
I believe that I have rebuffed the attentions of your “hand-maidens” enough to settle that subject, therefore the only heat that shall be forthcoming will be that of your burning boats.
Pity. I’m willing to bet that your commander won’t even accept a challenge from a lowly mage. So much for doing things the easy way…
Even if she doesnt accept the challenge of your lowly mage, Im certain Ji or one of his minions will have something to offer. Just our one of our previously satisfied customers…speak up Tarondor
If your imagination can only stretch to the heat of the bedchamber then I shall anticipate such… subtlety in your military manoeuvers! As for accepting a challenge, well, for what other purpose does one keep toadeys and lackeys?
Nay, I do not think you shall burn my fleet, not when the harbour has been flooded by countless corpses to prevent your forces gaining purchase on my shores.
Come! Enough! Battle awaits, and I shall test thy mettle!
It is with great displeasure that I must bring to your attention a matter of utmost importance between our two states. It appears that a dispute has arisen between a peace-loving apple orchard farmer in one of our eastern border provinces, and one of your border patrols. Your milita have been observed stealing apples from the orchard repeatedly at night. Despite polite protests to your emissaries, this practice has continued. This past fortnight, not only were apples stolen, but apple trees were cut down to build a bonfire just on your side of the border. Apparently the approaching winter season is just a bit cold for your under-dressed and under-equipped troops.
This repeated violation of Haradwaith sovereignty can no longer be tolerated! With reluctance, the great state of Haradwaith declares war against your nation and those of your allies. We march upon the hour. Throw open your gates and throw down your weapons and you shall spare many of your citizens’ and soldiers’ lives. Ignore our might, and reap the consequences.
Yes it is true, I did bite an apple from thy forbidden orchard. But to treat this as so great a sin as to descend upon my lands and smite all who follow me? That is… unreasonable to say the least.
We each know of the voice which, in the dead of night, whispers of conquest and glory, of pillage and murder. Indulge thyself - the cretins who till my lands are there for your amusement. And know, that as your hands run awash with blood your soul darkens. That should you even reach the one ring of our Dark Lord you would become one of us! How does the pittance of thousands of deaths compare to the jewel of thy eternal damnation?
Mock not the importance of an apple. Many legends wrap themselves in the power that a simple apple has to change the course of history. Two that come easily to mind is the apple in the Garden of Eden and the one that Paris gave to Aphrodite. The effects of each ripple still in the pools of time…
Angamaite - look you well for the Stalker of Shadows themselves, for thou shalt find him not!
And my esteemed brother is the least of your worries. Even as now you are a hero to your people, so shall thy workers revolt and force repentance from you for your erroneous declaration for the light.
I shall endeavour to be present when they burn you on the mast of your flagship…
