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Jan 28, 2015 17:55:51 GMT
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Post by Deano79 on Jan 28, 2015 17:55:51 GMT
The Prince of Rivendell sat on his throne and looked around him. Finery, frippery, privilege, and courtly niceties surrounded him. He was bored, he had been bored ever since he ascended the throne of the principality upon his fathers death. He had loved his father, but they did not share the same character.
His father had built Rivendell into one of the finest lands in the Old World. He had diligently looked after the treasury, and spent his hours pouring over ledgers of tax and trade. He had made the army of Rivendell strong but had not indulged in wars though as they cost coin. In fact he had not indulged in anything other than the pursuit of gold and security. This Prince was of a different mould. He spent his teenage years sneaking out to taverns, drinking, fighting and romancing. He loved the grit of the common folk, and their straightforward ways, especially the straightforward ways of the common women. He loved to hunt, he loved the tournaments he travelled to in other realms, in fact he loved life and all it's physical pursuits.
Yes, he was very different to his father. Yet here he sat, on his father's throne, in his father's hall, in a land he now ruled but built in his father's image. He looked around the room trying to hide the disdain he felt for the intelligentsia his father had gathered at court. As he did his eye found its way to the portrait of his Grandfather at the other end of the hall. He smiled, now there was a man akin to his own spirit. He paused to think about how odd it was that his father had shunned his grandfather's ways in much the same way that he had shunned his own father's. His mind found its way back to his only real memory of his Grandfather. He was young, very young and was sat on the old man's lap watching the final of the last and so far only Rivendell Invitational Blood Bowl Tournament. He paused, and a small spark ignited into a burning desire in his brain. This was his realm now, and his word and desires were law.
He turned to the servant stood behind him. 'You! Fetch me my Chancellor and a Scribe! We have invitations to send and a Blood Bowl stadium to build!'
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So, an all Elf cup to test who really is the prettiest of them all at IP!
Sign Up Below, stating race and team name. TV is restricted to new teams only- TV 1000.
You can find the league in game as The Rivendell Invitational. Password is Elfy BS.
BBM details to follow.
Teams signed up in game
The Stig- Iron Phoenix Blitzkrieg- Helf
Hudd- Aestyrion Pussycats- Delf
Dragonvisper- The Masked United- Pro
Rocketdeath- Falln Angels- Delf
Havol- The Leading Ladies- Woodies
Squiggy- Considerably Richer Than- Helf
Deano- Crossfire Hurricane- Pro
Yet to sign up
DocOz
His father had built Rivendell into one of the finest lands in the Old World. He had diligently looked after the treasury, and spent his hours pouring over ledgers of tax and trade. He had made the army of Rivendell strong but had not indulged in wars though as they cost coin. In fact he had not indulged in anything other than the pursuit of gold and security. This Prince was of a different mould. He spent his teenage years sneaking out to taverns, drinking, fighting and romancing. He loved the grit of the common folk, and their straightforward ways, especially the straightforward ways of the common women. He loved to hunt, he loved the tournaments he travelled to in other realms, in fact he loved life and all it's physical pursuits.
Yes, he was very different to his father. Yet here he sat, on his father's throne, in his father's hall, in a land he now ruled but built in his father's image. He looked around the room trying to hide the disdain he felt for the intelligentsia his father had gathered at court. As he did his eye found its way to the portrait of his Grandfather at the other end of the hall. He smiled, now there was a man akin to his own spirit. He paused to think about how odd it was that his father had shunned his grandfather's ways in much the same way that he had shunned his own father's. His mind found its way back to his only real memory of his Grandfather. He was young, very young and was sat on the old man's lap watching the final of the last and so far only Rivendell Invitational Blood Bowl Tournament. He paused, and a small spark ignited into a burning desire in his brain. This was his realm now, and his word and desires were law.
He turned to the servant stood behind him. 'You! Fetch me my Chancellor and a Scribe! We have invitations to send and a Blood Bowl stadium to build!'
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So, an all Elf cup to test who really is the prettiest of them all at IP!
Sign Up Below, stating race and team name. TV is restricted to new teams only- TV 1000.
You can find the league in game as The Rivendell Invitational. Password is Elfy BS.
BBM details to follow.
Teams signed up in game
The Stig- Iron Phoenix Blitzkrieg- Helf
Hudd- Aestyrion Pussycats- Delf
Dragonvisper- The Masked United- Pro
Rocketdeath- Falln Angels- Delf
Havol- The Leading Ladies- Woodies
Squiggy- Considerably Richer Than- Helf
Deano- Crossfire Hurricane- Pro
Yet to sign up
DocOz