Freep Types and Nickeoder,
What, you didn't get enough troops to try 2715 last turn ?! Just a measly threat attempt ? Well, Falin didn't get there either,
so ya think Fulla and Mahrcared are enough ? 
Meanwhile, Woodmen continues to get his soldiers' heads handed to him on a pike in droves...
Big Ed Khamul
PS - Hermie and all, letâs use this thread instead of staring a new one each turn, heh ?
Looks like the shell game ends next turn. One big nut left to crack
Did you guys even try for the artifacts? Guess its time to wipe off the dust and put these things to workâŚ
Rhuboy, you might have assassin help but looks like yet another town will bite it this turn. Whatâs a Hillman to do?
Mike Noldo
A moments silence as we mourn the passing of a true warrior, my Lords friend, Marl Tarma. He is gone but his army remains. (and thatâs the important thing isnât it)
Rhu boy, the old finances getting a bit tight yet, looks like 1910 is the next outpost to fall, your ability to recruit dwindles as the number of enemy troops increases. Very foolish to declare so early, should have held off and strengthened your position first.
Whitchypoo, nice to see your forces running like startled rabbits trying to protect your pops, Two more villages to the sword this turn, where will my Lords forces turn up next?
As for starting a new post each turn, itâs easier than having to scroll through the same old tired news, or do you just like to see your name at the top of the page in lights?
Regards Herman (Scribe and court jester to Argeleb II) 
Marl Tarma fall down go BOOM!
Sorry, I found his life not worth leaving anymore. He did have some interesting trinkets on him when he got splattered, too bad we canât use them. Iâll just have to flush 'em down the crapper.
Donât need to look for OUR arties, weâll take them from you when we want them. Make sure to keep in constant motion and grow some eyes in the back of your collective heads.
The partyâs just gettinâ started in Eriador, boys.
Ji Indur,
Murder, Inc.
Kill a character here,
steal a trinket there,
wonât stop the DS leaders from wailing in despair.
Their armies being slaughtered,
their towns being waylayed,
just means in Eriador, DS shall rest in an early grave. 
Regards Herman (Scribe and court jester to Argeleb II)
Allright Ji, feel free to kill another charater in 5 turns. I think that is a ratio we can live withâŚ
Good thing Herman is a better sport (and general) than he is a poetâŚ
Mike Noldo
Well I donât have the silver tounge of our Elvish brothers that is certain, nor do I have the luxury of sitting around for an age strumming a harp working up melodic balads. What with my work translating â100 uses for a flayed Nazgulâ from Morgul to common and Elvish and putting on the nightly pantamime for my Lords entertainment I donât have a lot of spare time.
Regards Herman
(Overworked Scribe and Court Jester to ArgelebII) 
Oh wah-wah, ya big babies!
You can kill thousands of innocent civilians and put whole communities to the torch, but youâll whine over a few self-important, foppish dinks? Do we complain (Would it help if we did? If so, weâll certainly start!)? Iâm saving you money by whacking these deadbeats!
Sheesh, some gratitude I getâŚ
Ji Indur,
Unappreciated and Misunderstood!
Well he certainly is dead and beaten now!
Please refrain from helping my Lord in the future and follow the old adage âCharity begins at home.â
Regards Herman (Scribe and court jester to Argeleb II)
I just saw rhudaurs turn.
Either we have a spy, harlequin screwed up, or you all have ESP.
It bad enough to have all the artyâs start in the Noldoâs backyardâŚ
But to have ya guess every move (even very non-standard ones), seems unreasonable.
I either congradulate you or say shame on ya. (We already know the retort to this one, but indulge yourselves and make it anyway).
Originally posted by Kitirat
But to have ya guess every move (even very non-standard ones), seems unreasonable.
I either congradulate you or say shame on ya. (We already know the retort to this one, but indulge yourselves and make it anyway). [/b]
O.K this has got me intrigued. Just what orders are we supposed to have second guessed/spied out/stolen?
Regards Herman(Scribe, court jester and master spy to Argeleb II)
What guessing? You guess we surround and destroy. When you walk into a hornet nest , donât complain about being stung. We are on him like white on rice. You can bob , weave and dodge all you want . The nutcracker comes for Rhud. When Rhud. made a good move he is rewarded for a short time than we seek and destroy. Enjoy while you can the nutcracker cometh. crunch, crack, pop. Just like the Bld. Sorc. and IK weâll slowly destoy the armies making them pay for those big armies and take everything back in a turn or 2.
Argeleb donât worry they blow smoke. I bet we can show a lot more odd things than they can.
Niceoder
Wow, looking back the post sounded more like a whine then I ment it too.
Here:
Exceedingly excellent play free. Awesome play plus luck (good for you, bad for us) combine to make you the hardest opponents Iâve played.
Nick enjoy the bantering?
Remind me to tell ya a story when the game ends.
See ya,
Ren
Stories! I like stories ,tell me one anytime.
And , yes Iâm enjoying.
Nickeoder
Stories, well while you are all in your throne room reading your recent delivery from my slave there mught be a DS hiding in the corner to slit your throat.
AkhĂ´rahil was not pleased, he had been suffering from strange and terrible dreams, where short, fat people with hairy feet chased him through green woodlands⌠He shivered⌠But now, thankfully, the day terrors were over. He slid from the huge black four poster bed and slipped his pale skeletal feet into a large pair of comedy mumakhil slippers and shuffled awkwardly towards his outer chamber. The Nazghul slumped lazily into the great black chair and began to study the report. A mannish slave stood (in what he thought was a worryingly âjauntyâ position) by the hallway door. He was wearing a small, paper, slightly ripped, party hat.
AkhĂ´rahil sighed theatrically, âWhat is it.â. The slave delivered a heavy book onto his lecturn, hiccupped and left. The Blind Sorcerer sighed and flipped open the thick tome. He began to read punctuated with sips from the steaming âMy parents went to GondorâŚâ mug and grimaced beneath his cowl as the steaming drink hit an ancient filling. After reading the lengthy report he pushed it to one side and grabbed a quill pen from the small black pen-pot. He dipped it into the ink before sucking the nib (a long smear of black ink dribbled down his boney chin).
:eek:
Dear Lord, the Nazghul can write!!! Will wonders never cease!!
Regards Herman (Scribe and court jester to Argeleb II)