nocturnalguest wrote: ↑Fri Apr 04, 2025 8:35 pm
Fin havent post a video. Sam did. Thats for first. So a miss here.
Ive been there myself on runnie. Can assure you, not a single warband was
harmed /wiped by 1 invisible character. Also i can assure you that there has been no 2nd stealth bomb and i can even assure you that WH wasnt there for at the very least before 1/3 of playtime or so (havent specifically counted). Clearly you didnt notice while looking that clip btw but proofs are all there on that vid and
ROLEPLAY EVENT HAS BEEN STREAMED EVEN. That would be for second
Third. If anyone would actually think before post, weight up their words in this disgusting witch hunt and look up a video, read up arguments or actually try to talk to people who had amazing fun during this meme warband you would figure how wrong are you all guys are.
I will cite Sergeant-Major Drengk Burloksson who did a brief overall review of what has actually happened:
In the blackest hours of the Age of Reckoning, when the armies of Order teetered on the precipice of annihilation, the Runepriests of TUP and the Bitterstone Thunderers stood defiant. A seething horde of vile greenskins, twisted Chaos filth, and treacherous knife-eared raiders had gathered at the gates, their warcries drowning out the sorrowful dirges of the doomed Dawi within.
Yet the Runepriests did not falter. With beards long as oaths and staffs thrumming with ancestral power, they gathered, striking runes of Battle, Devastation, Warding, and Unmaking. The power of the ancestors coursed through their hands as they inscribed the final rune—a rune not seen since the time of Grungni himself.
As the enemy surged forth, the Runepriests unleashed their wrath. The earth split asunder, magma and runed lightning erupting in a cataclysm that turned thousands of green vermin to cinders. Chaos warriors, clad in their dark master’s favor, found their cursed armor turned against them, the runes reversing their dark blessings and searing their flesh. The treacherous elves, fleet-footed and cowardly, were ensnared in runic shackles, their souls torn from their bodies as payment for their arrogance.
When the smoke cleared, the battlefield was a wasteland of charred corpses and shattered steel, the Runepriests standing unbowed, their runes still glowing with the aftershock of their vengeance. The dwarfs stood strong, its armies untouched, and the Runepriests had carved their names into the annals of RoR legend.
Thus was the doom of the enemy sealed—not by axe nor arrow, but by the unbreakable power of the runes and the fury of the Dwarfs.