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    The troops were standing on the battlefield waiting for their arch rival to arrive. It was already late but no one even thought to go to bed. The history will be made today!
    White stone walls of the nearby city, hidden among the huge rocks were hardly seen in the last rays of the setting sun. Only a moment left till the battle begins and the hero with the long red pennant fixed to his pike already moved forward on his brown warhorse, to say

    "no one can't save after war if u not stand with each other. Sleep is for the weaknest!! Until the day we DIE!! Just we that will leave another day!! come on!!"

    And then war is being started.

    "almost easy" the hero can kill almost 20 legionaire. And as the result,the city is survive. "Now we can rest~" as hero say..

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    The troops were standing on the battlefield waiting for their arch rival to arrive. It was already late but no one even thought to go to bed. The history will be made today!
    White stone walls of the nearby city, hidden among the huge rocks were hardly seen in the last rays of the setting sun. Only a moment left till the battle begins and the hero with the long red pennant fixed to his pike already moved forward on his brown warhorse, to say.......

    "Today we will change the way of the world.
    Fight for your freedom, fight for your families. Together, we can overcome darkness in this shadowy greedy world full of hatred and envy."
    Mighty hero speaks wise words to the army and successfully energizes soldiers fighting spirit.
    Then, when all are ready to confrontate the evil army approaching any minute, out of nowhere, the bright light suddenly cover the sky with intensity of dozens Suns. Speechless soldiers donīt know what is happening, what tremendous object is closing by towards them from the fiery sky. They are terrified but amazed in the same time. They canīt explain what is happening, they see something like this first time in their life. Troops didnīt even noticed that enemy army just reached the battlefield from the top. But the enemy stopped as well. Huge object is closing and soldiers canīt see nothing anymore.

    "Is this a heaven ?" Speaks the mighty Hero. "Or is this hell and punishment from the Gods themselves because of our dirty lives ? Or is it some kind of enemy magic ? - Eeh, filthy dogs these enemy Druids..."
    Heroīs hearth is pounding like never before and his whole life is glancing before his eyes.
    "Was I a good person ? Or it was just a lie ? What kind of person am I ? How can i know that good staff that I have done was really good ? Maybe good for me is bad for somebody else... What if the enemy army is the right ones and we are the bad people ?
    Is this huge shiny object the redemption ? The new beginning ?"
    Heroīs mind is confused... but on the other hand heīs now peacefully relaxed.

    Object is now so close, that hero is covering his closed eyes with hand and screams...
    "We will see each other on the other world my dear soldiers !!"

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    The troops were standing on the battlefield waiting for their arch rival to arrive. It was already late but no one even thought to go to bed. The history will be made today!
    White stone walls of the nearby city, hidden among the huge rocks were hardly seen in the last rays of the setting sun. Only a moment left till the battle begins and the hero with the long red pennant fixed to his pike already moved forward on his brown warhorse, to say.......



    "Menfolk! Fear and dubiety, pain and sorrow - we look ahead into a crazy fight. Behind in the city there are sitting our wives, our children; in anxiety for life, existence, the future of all of us." He raised his voice with every sentence, so that everybody could easily listen to him. "But can you also sense the excitement in the air? During which time we had such an opportunity to put an epic end? To break off the long lasting conflict with that ruthless swindler?" Thereby he hammered out his speech forcefully to its peak. "Here is the day we waited for! The day we prepared for! Our day! Of honour and victory! Together! - Are you all set?!" The hero was none other than Sir Dargo Kublai Dragun Livvy the Vigilant(e), a well known warlord among the old dogs. Close friends just called him DKNY. Always and everywhere his loyal companion Harambe, a cute chimp, followed him.
    Throwing out aloud his question DKNY lifted his blood-red pennant highly into the dark sky. His troops yelled formidably in response; Harambe joined them by an impulsive squeaking which sounded like a rusty cart wheel.


    The sun was completely set but the full moon bright enough to watch the enemy. On the other side of the battelfield the arch rival had arrived and formed his almighty army. The idea suggested itself that they planned an obvious innuendo by taking the shape of a chameleon which seemed to shine in different colours by the reflecting moonlight of their armour. That animal had its own story in this long conflict and DKNY felt a macabre feeling in his heart which spread all about his body like a wildfire. The warhorse al capone noticed his owners upcoming rage and started to step nervously on the spot.


    It was on the verge of launching out into the fight now. The rival had just initiated his speech. He was riding along the line of his army furioulsy gesticulating with a lance in the one and a hornet of the Natarian in the other hand. It turned out to be more a harangue than an impressive speech. Unfortunately it was too far away to pay attention to what he said on the other side of the field but there were a few shreds that were delivered to DKNY and his troops like "Such Monkey...", "Lazy...", "Funky...", "... Nuts", "Ruthy...", "Dragon..." or "... Magic" - it made no sense at all. After a long, long tiring show of riding back and forth he seemed to come to a finish and the responding yells of the army spoke volumes about his cheap thrills.


    DKNY raised his pike, spurred warhorse al capone to move directly towards the battlefield and made up the battle cry in which all his men passionately joined again while they also started to move. Similarly the opponents broke off the shape they had formed at the outset and marched onto the ground. At first slowly, then they picked up the pace until they finally ran towards each other with their weapons in position to use it instantly. al capone galloped full speed against the other army's leader. On his back the hero prepared his pike pointing at the rival whose black horse as well galloped with high speed towards him. The rival had his lance strongly pressed at his waist aiming for the hero's heart. They came closer and closer... and then... crash... the pike missed its target when the lance has hit the hero's shoulder a bit earlier. It catapulted him off the saddle, so that he flew backwards hard onto the ground and... saw stars.


    In a haimish, only by candles enlightened room he was comfortly sitting at a table with three other guys. Next to him - many years younger than he currently was - there sat his older brother, slightly red cheeks, laughing, seeminly groggy. He was a man in a blaze(r) of glory- Sir Batal Mithrandir Geodip Hogbert the Invisible. He earned his title in a life-or-death struggle. It was said that he swung his sword such fast that is was invisible for the inveterate enemy which had besieged the Sanctuary of St. Cainam for months and none of the numerous brave warriors had luck defeating him before.
    Out of the kitchen came his bride elect Zita, daughter of Marvis the Brewmaster. She was carrying a freshly shake n baken blueberry pie, the best and most delicous one everybody should ever had a taste of. It looked all like the good old times when the hero enjoyed the nights with his brother and their friends Vinituu and Bill sharing Tuak and Rakia. In the majority of cases they played a funny game called trplayer111 - a drinking game, what else?
    "Your turn" grunted his brother and thumbed the table. The hero grabbed the small black stones in front of him and flipped one by one on the map in the middle of their jovial round. "Very poor..." babbled his brother when he bent over to see the results. "You will never do anything great on a real battlefield, my dear lad. Judging your skills you should better become a minstrel." Occasionally his brother acted like a huge ars i.e. if he was drunk and they often bickered like big pigs in their brash youths but it had never been serious. As the game prescribed the hero took his mug and emptied it with a fast gesture. While he was putting the mug back to the table, a hiccup started... and it got dark around him.


    Loud cries, clangours of (tri) blades, neighing of horses, stamping of many feet and a lot more weird sounds came to the hero's ears. He opened his eyes and realised he was back on the battlefield which went to look like the martian landscape. And the hiccup he thought he had was nothing else than his horse that was nudging him continuously with his nose to wake him up. His rival had left his horse and was appraoching with a bright, arrogant grin; his lance held in his hands ready to stab. DKNY turned around, searching for a weapon, but froze in the movement when he felt a violent pain in his shoulder. It was pretty heavily bleeding. Only a miracle could save him now. The lance lingered above his body. "Here we are, this combat is going to have a clear and brief outcome." The rival celebrated his superior position. "Do you have any last words?"

    "Loon(e)y tunes will be versified about this battle. It is not an epic story to come and kill." The hero summarized. He had lost a lot of blood already and was as pale as a zombie. "Win a war sagely; with diplomacy, not with weapons. Once you are confronted with your own death wise words will come into your mind and you will fall off your high tower of lies. These words will be: 'Cop(ps) out of any fight if you can achieve it friendly. But whatever happens, demonstrate respect for your opponent and don't insist to get the final word."
    The rival laughed contemptuously, raised his lance and... yelled in agony. Harambe, the loyal chimp, had biten deeply into his arm. Just in time. Always a slacker but whenever you needed him, he was on the spot. The lance fell into dust when the rival panic-fuelled tried to shake off the chimp. But he did not accomplish it. Under endless pain DKNY grabbed the lance, just with his unthinkable will power to end the war for his friends, his family, his folks and first and foremost for his King NoName the Divergent with his sons Ambi, Alexander, Anton and Addy. (He had a weakness for names starting with A.) Collecting his remaining strength for standing up and stabbing his rival but being of sound mind and disposing memory the hero freed himself of al capone's big nose and straightened up using the lance to support him. When he stood he had to lean on the lance for a tiny moment to get rid of the feeling of dizziness.
    His rival had noticed that, still fighting with Harambe which saw no reason to leave his arm. The hero's pike lay close to his feet and he did not hestitate to take it.


    Finally both were in an equal position. Their strong hand was handicapped by a chimp and by a wound in the shoulder. So both of them used the other hand in which they had their weapons. It came to a desperate fight and if anyone have had time to watch it he would tell of an immensly brilliance aura between them when they clashed onto each others weapons filled with bitterness and rigor.
    But in the end - after a close fight - Sir Dargo Kublai Dragun Livvy the Vigilant(e) won. Exhausted but unburdened. The troops and the rival's army recognized at once that the battle was over and stopped fighting each other. The troops cheered happily, the army stayed around uncertainly.


    DKNY looked around, close to passing out. All went to its good.
    On the hill he saw a shape... and he knew without assurance of daylight that this man was JackRude the Drifter. He could bet that he had a bottle of Pretkata Bruxo from Puddington in his hands and as usual toasting his best friend TyrionL.

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    Winners will be announced later today as we now have to go thru and read and reread.
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    CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR WINNERS

    1st place winner is Bonzo taking home the 100 gold grand prize!!

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    3rd place was secured by wishmaster3 earning him 50 gold!!


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