The Amazing and pitiful story of the White Knight

[Deadpoet]

Once upon a time, in a land troubled by ruthless warfare between two contending realms, a noble knight in shining armour rose among the ranks of the Empire Host and performed astounding feats of prowess and wonder.....

I, noble lords, was a humble witness of the White Knight's achievements.... I was at the time (two nights ago) a recreant warrior of the accursed Dark Elves army (may Khaine guard me, His devoted Disciple). In the hallowed strands of Nordenwatch the battle was raging and the hordes of Greenskins, Chaos minions and my own kin were ravaging the Order's disorderly ranks. Suddenly, as the blazing sun rising like a blinding blaze over the world at daybreak, although the night was closing rapidly over our heads, a corageous Knight surged breaking through our vanguard and sped ahead running like mad towards the beach while he yelled "FOR SIGMAR". I was filled with wonderment and admiration for our brave foe, and forsaking the battle I followed him thinking of measuring my strength against his in single combat. A Chosen recruit with his starting garments also started to chase the shining hero. However, no matter how hard we tried to catch up with our valiant foe, it was to no avail, as we Disciples and Tanks have no magic boost to our footspeed, and I possessed no trusty stallion to pursue the White Knight. Eventually we managed to connect our throwing weapons and Fist of Khaine to the point where the White Knight's health ebbed and failed to the point of near death. At this point, the running Knight performed a most amazing feat of magic, which Merlin himself could have envied: pronouncing the arcane words ABRACADABRA (hocus pocus in the language of Albion) he DISAPPEARED as if he had vanished from thin air.

My heart sunk. Robbed of the sacred pleasure of combat, I retraced my steps to my comrades, sadly reflecting on the fickleness of this wretched world, where one can be deceived by appearances and then darkly enlightened by sorcery. I thought I had found a true hero, my heart had swelled with pride and thrill, only to find that my hero was a craven trickster.

the Knight's name was Whitey. Anyone who has read "The Four Feathers" will remember that a man who acted cowardly in battle was sent a white feather by his 4 best friends. Also in Shakespeare, "A Heart So White" means a heart so cowardly. Very appropriate, Whitey.

[Libra]

Wrong forum, mate.

Also. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.p ... t+Syndrome

[Deadpoet]

The same forum where a post about the same topic (gamecrashing) was very popular and led to heated exchange of accusations and denials that went to some pages long. Literature about reality doesn't seem real maybe:)

[Daxox]

Can't decided if this is Roleplay or a name and shame... either way I approve.

[Skrocker]

Deadpoet

My dear friend, I am sorry about our encounter on the battlefield and did not wish to use this form of wizardry on you. My name is Whitey, bearer of the white tree, son of Erandire. I was a wee boy when my home was raided by pillagers, my brother and I escaped through a sewage pipe but my friends and family were not so lucky. I traveled west with my brother, begging for food and taking up work where i could (mostly as a lumberjack). One day, I heard a scream coming from the woods! I swiftly grabbed my axe and bolted towards the noise. Through the trees I saw a horse like creature, with a large enormous torso pushed out like a proud swallow. Beside the beast was a young maiden, she had beautiful long luscious red hair and cheekbones like Angelina Jolie. All of a sudden I stumbled on a stubborn root, rustling every branch as I fell. THUD! The large beast turns and with an fierce look on his face, kicks his back leg brushing dust everywhere. HE WAS GOING TO CHARGE! The beast lunge towards me, i didn't know what to do. I glanced at a tree nearby and remembered a cool move I did on Tony Hawks Underground 2. As the beast approaches, i grasped my axe as tight as i could, sprinted towards a tree and did a sweet as flip over the beast, while at the same time throwing my axe and deeply embedding it into its skull! I then grabbed a large piece of bark from the tree and skateboarded down his back. The damsel in distress gave me a present, a "Book of Binding" she called it. She says it posses the most magical of powers "Blah, blah, blah" teleporting, invisibility, etc. I later had coitus with this fair maiden and she became my wife "Blah, blah, blah" wont stop until I can return home and take whats rightfully mine.

You see Deadpoet, I cant die. Not until my promise has been fulfilled.

My dearest apologies for the misunderstanding

Your pal

Whitey

[Kaporan]

...and I made some nice wings with my feathers ,to my slayer ,is very cute , looks like a putto ...with beard and mohaw k

[Zegota]

10/10 for ollieing the magic beast.

[Zoombi]

in combat use BoB? no.

tank use "bitch move" and client crash? yes? rofl