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MrXarvox
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Alright, Dark Horse.
Here is your scenario.
You are a mogg breeder in a small alpine village.
Passing through the valley one day with your herd of mogglings, you notice the sky turning red and yellow with fire.
Your mogglings become excited, and you pull out your sword as over mountainside rides Tzyver Burning-sky on his Thundermare. Following his trail of flames, pouring over the ridge, are a horde of beasts and soldiers. Your village, though walled, falls almost immediately to the onslaught, but the army does not stop. they trample right over your village, and leave it in ashes.
12 years later.. your mogglings have grown and been trained as warriors. you have tracked the ever-charging juggernaut of Tzyver through all this time, and you finally meet the tail end of his horde.
You and 43 fully armed moggs vs. 140 of the old, weak, and sick members of the horde. This will be easy.
Here is your scenario.
You are a mogg breeder in a small alpine village.
Passing through the valley one day with your herd of mogglings, you notice the sky turning red and yellow with fire.
Your mogglings become excited, and you pull out your sword as over mountainside rides Tzyver Burning-sky on his Thundermare. Following his trail of flames, pouring over the ridge, are a horde of beasts and soldiers. Your village, though walled, falls almost immediately to the onslaught, but the army does not stop. they trample right over your village, and leave it in ashes.
12 years later.. your mogglings have grown and been trained as warriors. you have tracked the ever-charging juggernaut of Tzyver through all this time, and you finally meet the tail end of his horde.
You and 43 fully armed moggs vs. 140 of the old, weak, and sick members of the horde. This will be easy.