Post by Mr. C on Aug 19, 2011 8:52:33 GMT -5
These fools do not know of respect. We are their king, and they must do as we command. We are not going to lose the hold on our army any further. Danny Tenfold. You will be made an example of. Just as Bane was sacrificed for the greater good, so shall you. With an army new, we shall fight stronger. With an army shed of the fat, freed of all weak links, we will thrive.
With a growl, Cross threw Baz' head down in front of Glaeg.
"Another one fallen, Glaeg. These fools dinnae understand how t' listen t' the commands o' their king."
Behind him, the soldiers were fighting hard and the demons of Nifleheim were beginning to finally be pushed back. Outside the castle walls they were pushed, past the crumbled remains of the outer structure. In the fray were who were left - Agmund, Askan, Bardolf and Ran and only a handful of their men. Garrik stood at the rooftops, him and his bowmen keeping the Jotunns and the Trolls at bay, as the foot soldiers held the line. Glaeg was inside the walls, speaking with the mage Wies as he and his small band of spellsmiths healed the few wounded that had survived long enough to stumble back for aid. As for the final general, the dragon rider Rika was circling back after lighting ablaze another throng of enemy reinforcements.
With a frown, Glaeg cut short his conversation with Wies and gently ushered the severed head of the dwarven legend out of his sight. He then stepped up to his cousin, his best friend, his commander and swallowed hard, uneasy with the words that rose to his tongue.
"Perhaps it is because ye dinnae inspire loyalty in them, 'ammer. Ye'r letting this battle go t' yer head. Ye need t' calm yerself and lead as ye always have, not in this fashion ye hold now. Yer a leader o' men, not the leader o' all. Ye may be a God, but ye dinnae need t' shove it down their throats - yer losing our respect."
"Respect?! These fools know not o' respect! They are mere pieces o' this army, one led by The God o' Midgaard! They should do as Ah command because Ah'm their God. Rika knows it well and does not argue the commands, but all o' ye seem to argue the point. Am Ah t' think a woman is the better soldier o' this entire lot?"
"Aye. Perhaps she is, Hammer."
And with that, Glaeg pulled the blade from the sheath at his side, turned and trotted off to the line. With a growl, Cross turned and walked off in the opposite direction. He tired of losing his army, and he tired of not knowing what to say to them to get them to keep up the fight. To Cross, the answer was simple. Get off of your asses and fight. But it had become abundantly clear the rest of the world did not see things as he did.
Of the many fools we have defeated who do not know respect, Tenfold tops the list. Bane made it a point to stand strong to us, to test his mettle against our might. Yet when he was torn asunder, driven back and beaten like a dog he accepted his fate and continued on his way. He accepted the fact that it was undeniably proven that he has no place in the ring with us and left it at that. But Danny Tenfold, he is no worse than the scheming bastard Loki.
While he too refuses to join rank and fight alongside his king, Tenfold also refuses to quit. But there is no pride in a fool's tenacity. He does not simply persevere. He does not simply have a fighting spirit that does not allow him to quit. When he lost, he moved to underhanded tactics - he attempted to befriend us, to move in close and figure out just what would end us. But then the All-Father showed us what we were blind to and revealed this demon's ploy. Tenfold is a fool who doesn't know respect.
And if they will not be a part of the army, they will fall. Bane's fallen, and so will Tenfold - as he has done so many times before. Whenever we have met in the ring, Tenfold has fallen and fallen handedly. This time when we defeat Tenfold, he will not have the strength to test us again. He will lie broken, defeated, his face a bloodied pulp. Then the view will be on greater prizes. Why share glory with those who don't deserve? We will simply remove him from the army, we shall remove all who oppose us. We're The God of Midgaard - we can fight this All-War alone if we have to.
But before Cross could get too far away, Garrik hopped down from one of the only standing structures in Asgaard. The archer stood tall next to Cross, and although The God of Midgaard did not stop to talk, Garrik joined in step next to his general. Garrik was tall, he was not nearly dwarfed as horribly as many of the other soldiers. He was blonde with long hair pulled back tightly in to a small ponytail; if not for heavy scarring that ran jagged lines across his face, he would not at all look the part of a soldier. Stride for stride he kept with Brett, doing his best to look like this walk was casual - not at all the walk of a man who had business to discuss.
"Ah'm not at all in the mood for idle chatter, Garrik. Say yer peace and begone."
Brett spoke harshly through gritted teeth, looking straight ahead with a white-knuckle grip at the hilt of his fabled blade. Garrik's brow furrowed at the bluntness of the request, but he was not as taken aback as his look would seem. Garrik had a keen eye for many things, he saw changes that others could not. Through training with the army of Jorvik, Garrik was often likened to a hawk. With a long bow, there was no one nearly as deadly, but he did not just have keen vision for length, he had an eye for the intricacies of people as well. So he watched the army unravel, and he knew well what one of the catalysts for this was. He saw the change in her as well.
"Very well, sir. I came to speak on matters that are losing us men. I noticed that one of our generals may-"
As the talk continued, an earth-quaking thud came from behind a pile of masonry, but as they looked up to see what the noise was, the answer became abundantly clear. Not at all hidden by the rubble was the general in question returned. Sliding from her mount, Rika and the dragon Nidhogg had returned. The dragon, with a blood-stained grin padded at the ground and turned to stomp off, his tail swinging behind him. As for the dragon rider, she trotted over to the two of them, and here was where Garrik clamped his mouth shut.
With strong gauntlets on, she fumbled to move her long black hair from her face, revealing deep green eyes. She flashed a bright smile at them and stood in their path, a full head beneath Garrik. She did her best to look kind, to look innocent, to play the role of the female, and it was obvious that the act had Brett Cross fooled. But the hawk noticed she did it all too well, he noticed it was not the shy, quiet Rika that had come to Midgaard earlier, this one was far too effeminate and child-like, as if it were someone playing a role. But what's more, those green eyes were inhumanly green, he could understand the allure they would have, but between their color and how they kept glancing at him, he had almost all of the evidence he needed to accuse her. But he held his tongue, now was not the place to do it. Not lest he play in to her, nay his ploy.
"What a coincidence that I meet you both here. I wanted t' know if Garrik could be taken with me. These demons keep pouring in to this realm, and so there needs to be an entrance for them. I'd like to take this archer to the skies on the back of Nidhogg - with his superior vision we could find this portal in no time."
Wasting not a second in thinking it over, Cross waved his hand and continued on his walk, heading past the Imperial City of Asgaard. He didn't need to know why the Aesir were no longer fighting with them, why they could not fight together. Nor why their resources were not able to be used, or why they cowardly hid in their throne room while great men died for their safety. He was going to head back in to battle alone, he didn't need their aid. For he had finally hit that breaking point. If he was not going to lead through words, he was going to lead by example. He didn't need an army to win battles, and he wasn't going to struggle to maintain one. If men wanted to fight alongside him, they'd step up. If they did not, they will die behind him. Listening true, Cross nodded his head.
"Aye, a grand plan. Return when ye find the portal and we will assemble a battalion t' take it."
Flashing another all-too-innocent smile at Garrik, Rika turned to ready Nidhogg and chirped out but one word to the archer behind her.
"Excellent."
We have been fighting Tenfold for far too long. Like Loki, he has been a thorn in our side that we cannot remove. Which is a terrible feeling, for we have proven time and again that we can defeat him with ease. Tenfold is nothing but a fly, an annoying bug that you swat at but cannot catch, cannot kill. But with another opportunity as bait, this match will be the final one between us. Tenfold has tried for too long to befriend us, to use whatever underhanded tactics he could to take our title. Now the tides have turned.
For we are no fool. We've decided to play right in to his hand, we are not afraid to do so. We shall play his game, we shall give him another title shot just for the opportunity to end this once and for all. And if that means cutting short the career of Danny Tenfold with The Hammer Mjollnir, it bothers us not. He is not the first casualty in tbis All-War, nor will he be the last. Tenfold will just be another sacrifice in our struggle to prove we are the greatest to enter this ring. Nothing but another notch in our championship reign. Simply another step to putting ourselves in the record books. Just another step toward cementing our legacy forever - the true goal of the Viking. Life eternal through legend.
We have had to fight weaklings and peons for too long. We've made a career of crushing the undercard, never being given the opportunity to test our strength against the best in the business. But at Scars n Strips, we shall defeat Tenfold, and then win the Rumble in the same night. Only then will we be able to move up the ranks and take our place at the throne we deserve. We are the king, we are The God of Midgaard, and this will be the first step along our path to eternal greatness. No matter who we have to take down to do so.
Tenfold may know us well, but our countless match ups work the other way, too. In fact, it works more in our favor, for Tenfold at this moment must be feeling nothing but fear. He's tried everything he can to best us, but nothing works. He knows what he's getting in to - a match where he is not just destined to lose, but one where he cannot leave until he's been mutilated, perhaps killed. A normal match with us is hellacious, but a match where our goal is to make a point, and to get this fool off of our back - this is a place Tenfold does not want to be. He's tried all he can to defeat us, and has failed at every turn. We have nothing to change in our strategy, Tenfold has yet to find one that's a success.
At first it was a matter of respect, but we quickly saw through that ruse. The All Father showed us the truth. Tenfold did not want to be friends and he did not want to join our army. In truth, the plan was brilliant. He wanted to keep friends close and enemies closer. It was a ploy to figure out our weaknesses so he could take the title from us - a title he's become obsessed with. But we are The God of Midgaard. We have no weakness.
We are bigger and stronger than anyone in this entire federation. We are far more wise in the ways of battle, and we are far more capable of absorbing punishment. We have more experience than most in this business, and we have the titles to back it up. We have reigned twice as Pure Champion, we are the current Lionheart Champion and have held the Hardcore title as well. We have reigned longer than most with all of these straps and we have proven we are more than capable at defending them. The only title we have yet to hold is the gilded Heavyweight Championship. And we will not rest until we have it. Beating Tenfold, that is the first step towards it. Then winning the Rumble, that's where we finally receive the chance we deserve.
Tenfold can search all he wants for that weakness, but the eternal truth has finally been made clear to us. All that matters is what happens to us, not what happens to our army. We are the God of Midgaard, and with Brandrwulf as the key, we are the only one who needs to survive to end Ragnarok. To Nifleheim with the army, we need them not. We are all we need to win, we need no help from our ranks. The God of Midggard alone will get the titles and glory we crave. We do not need the pathetic Danny Tenfold at our side or in our corner. Which is all well and good, because he never wanted to be. We can win on our own, without friends, and without an army. Not only is there not a soul around that deserves to be mentioned among the same ranks, we simply put do not need them. Those who wish to join us, shall join. Those who defy us, shall die.
Because we are King, we are The God of Midgaard.
And when Tenfold is vanquished for the final time, we will move up the ranks and work towards greater glory. For too long we have waged war against grunts, peons and cannon fodder that do not deserve to even be recognized on the list of men we've vanquished. But when Scars n Stripes is over, we will move towards the greater challenge of the EUW Heavyweight Championship. And become the only competitor in history to hold the EUW Heavyweight Championship as well as the Lionheart Championship.
Viggo of Midgaard is dead. Baz of Nidavellir is dead. The Aesir and Vanir, the Gods who have spent every last ounce of their strength defending their home realm of Asgaard are in council, politicking over what their next course of action will be. And what's left of Cross' army lies in shambles. The forces of Hel's domain, the demons of Nifleheim, they are beginning to fall back. But the last line of defense, the Nine Generals led by the God of Midgaard have fallen to seven. And they no longer want to fight under the leadership of an arrogant, pompous fool - and Cross does not care.
Brett Cross is no longer the man he once was, stressed farther than ever before by the All-War. Brett Cross has made poor decision after poor decision, all of which were suspiciously prompted by the Midgaardian Rika, who unbeknownst to Cross is in fact his arch rival Loki in disguise. None the wiser, Cross returns to the camp with Baz' head. Ready to lash out at his men once more. Ready to drive the stake of Loki's treachery further into the rift forming amongst his ranks.
The All War: Part IV
The Breaking Point
Brett Cross is no longer the man he once was, stressed farther than ever before by the All-War. Brett Cross has made poor decision after poor decision, all of which were suspiciously prompted by the Midgaardian Rika, who unbeknownst to Cross is in fact his arch rival Loki in disguise. None the wiser, Cross returns to the camp with Baz' head. Ready to lash out at his men once more. Ready to drive the stake of Loki's treachery further into the rift forming amongst his ranks.
The All War: Part IV
The Breaking Point
With a growl, Cross threw Baz' head down in front of Glaeg.
"Another one fallen, Glaeg. These fools dinnae understand how t' listen t' the commands o' their king."
Behind him, the soldiers were fighting hard and the demons of Nifleheim were beginning to finally be pushed back. Outside the castle walls they were pushed, past the crumbled remains of the outer structure. In the fray were who were left - Agmund, Askan, Bardolf and Ran and only a handful of their men. Garrik stood at the rooftops, him and his bowmen keeping the Jotunns and the Trolls at bay, as the foot soldiers held the line. Glaeg was inside the walls, speaking with the mage Wies as he and his small band of spellsmiths healed the few wounded that had survived long enough to stumble back for aid. As for the final general, the dragon rider Rika was circling back after lighting ablaze another throng of enemy reinforcements.
With a frown, Glaeg cut short his conversation with Wies and gently ushered the severed head of the dwarven legend out of his sight. He then stepped up to his cousin, his best friend, his commander and swallowed hard, uneasy with the words that rose to his tongue.
"Perhaps it is because ye dinnae inspire loyalty in them, 'ammer. Ye'r letting this battle go t' yer head. Ye need t' calm yerself and lead as ye always have, not in this fashion ye hold now. Yer a leader o' men, not the leader o' all. Ye may be a God, but ye dinnae need t' shove it down their throats - yer losing our respect."
"Respect?! These fools know not o' respect! They are mere pieces o' this army, one led by The God o' Midgaard! They should do as Ah command because Ah'm their God. Rika knows it well and does not argue the commands, but all o' ye seem to argue the point. Am Ah t' think a woman is the better soldier o' this entire lot?"
"Aye. Perhaps she is, Hammer."
And with that, Glaeg pulled the blade from the sheath at his side, turned and trotted off to the line. With a growl, Cross turned and walked off in the opposite direction. He tired of losing his army, and he tired of not knowing what to say to them to get them to keep up the fight. To Cross, the answer was simple. Get off of your asses and fight. But it had become abundantly clear the rest of the world did not see things as he did.
Of the many fools we have defeated who do not know respect, Tenfold tops the list. Bane made it a point to stand strong to us, to test his mettle against our might. Yet when he was torn asunder, driven back and beaten like a dog he accepted his fate and continued on his way. He accepted the fact that it was undeniably proven that he has no place in the ring with us and left it at that. But Danny Tenfold, he is no worse than the scheming bastard Loki.
While he too refuses to join rank and fight alongside his king, Tenfold also refuses to quit. But there is no pride in a fool's tenacity. He does not simply persevere. He does not simply have a fighting spirit that does not allow him to quit. When he lost, he moved to underhanded tactics - he attempted to befriend us, to move in close and figure out just what would end us. But then the All-Father showed us what we were blind to and revealed this demon's ploy. Tenfold is a fool who doesn't know respect.
And if they will not be a part of the army, they will fall. Bane's fallen, and so will Tenfold - as he has done so many times before. Whenever we have met in the ring, Tenfold has fallen and fallen handedly. This time when we defeat Tenfold, he will not have the strength to test us again. He will lie broken, defeated, his face a bloodied pulp. Then the view will be on greater prizes. Why share glory with those who don't deserve? We will simply remove him from the army, we shall remove all who oppose us. We're The God of Midgaard - we can fight this All-War alone if we have to.
But before Cross could get too far away, Garrik hopped down from one of the only standing structures in Asgaard. The archer stood tall next to Cross, and although The God of Midgaard did not stop to talk, Garrik joined in step next to his general. Garrik was tall, he was not nearly dwarfed as horribly as many of the other soldiers. He was blonde with long hair pulled back tightly in to a small ponytail; if not for heavy scarring that ran jagged lines across his face, he would not at all look the part of a soldier. Stride for stride he kept with Brett, doing his best to look like this walk was casual - not at all the walk of a man who had business to discuss.
"Ah'm not at all in the mood for idle chatter, Garrik. Say yer peace and begone."
Brett spoke harshly through gritted teeth, looking straight ahead with a white-knuckle grip at the hilt of his fabled blade. Garrik's brow furrowed at the bluntness of the request, but he was not as taken aback as his look would seem. Garrik had a keen eye for many things, he saw changes that others could not. Through training with the army of Jorvik, Garrik was often likened to a hawk. With a long bow, there was no one nearly as deadly, but he did not just have keen vision for length, he had an eye for the intricacies of people as well. So he watched the army unravel, and he knew well what one of the catalysts for this was. He saw the change in her as well.
"Very well, sir. I came to speak on matters that are losing us men. I noticed that one of our generals may-"
As the talk continued, an earth-quaking thud came from behind a pile of masonry, but as they looked up to see what the noise was, the answer became abundantly clear. Not at all hidden by the rubble was the general in question returned. Sliding from her mount, Rika and the dragon Nidhogg had returned. The dragon, with a blood-stained grin padded at the ground and turned to stomp off, his tail swinging behind him. As for the dragon rider, she trotted over to the two of them, and here was where Garrik clamped his mouth shut.
With strong gauntlets on, she fumbled to move her long black hair from her face, revealing deep green eyes. She flashed a bright smile at them and stood in their path, a full head beneath Garrik. She did her best to look kind, to look innocent, to play the role of the female, and it was obvious that the act had Brett Cross fooled. But the hawk noticed she did it all too well, he noticed it was not the shy, quiet Rika that had come to Midgaard earlier, this one was far too effeminate and child-like, as if it were someone playing a role. But what's more, those green eyes were inhumanly green, he could understand the allure they would have, but between their color and how they kept glancing at him, he had almost all of the evidence he needed to accuse her. But he held his tongue, now was not the place to do it. Not lest he play in to her, nay his ploy.
"What a coincidence that I meet you both here. I wanted t' know if Garrik could be taken with me. These demons keep pouring in to this realm, and so there needs to be an entrance for them. I'd like to take this archer to the skies on the back of Nidhogg - with his superior vision we could find this portal in no time."
Wasting not a second in thinking it over, Cross waved his hand and continued on his walk, heading past the Imperial City of Asgaard. He didn't need to know why the Aesir were no longer fighting with them, why they could not fight together. Nor why their resources were not able to be used, or why they cowardly hid in their throne room while great men died for their safety. He was going to head back in to battle alone, he didn't need their aid. For he had finally hit that breaking point. If he was not going to lead through words, he was going to lead by example. He didn't need an army to win battles, and he wasn't going to struggle to maintain one. If men wanted to fight alongside him, they'd step up. If they did not, they will die behind him. Listening true, Cross nodded his head.
"Aye, a grand plan. Return when ye find the portal and we will assemble a battalion t' take it."
Flashing another all-too-innocent smile at Garrik, Rika turned to ready Nidhogg and chirped out but one word to the archer behind her.
"Excellent."
We have been fighting Tenfold for far too long. Like Loki, he has been a thorn in our side that we cannot remove. Which is a terrible feeling, for we have proven time and again that we can defeat him with ease. Tenfold is nothing but a fly, an annoying bug that you swat at but cannot catch, cannot kill. But with another opportunity as bait, this match will be the final one between us. Tenfold has tried for too long to befriend us, to use whatever underhanded tactics he could to take our title. Now the tides have turned.
For we are no fool. We've decided to play right in to his hand, we are not afraid to do so. We shall play his game, we shall give him another title shot just for the opportunity to end this once and for all. And if that means cutting short the career of Danny Tenfold with The Hammer Mjollnir, it bothers us not. He is not the first casualty in tbis All-War, nor will he be the last. Tenfold will just be another sacrifice in our struggle to prove we are the greatest to enter this ring. Nothing but another notch in our championship reign. Simply another step to putting ourselves in the record books. Just another step toward cementing our legacy forever - the true goal of the Viking. Life eternal through legend.
We have had to fight weaklings and peons for too long. We've made a career of crushing the undercard, never being given the opportunity to test our strength against the best in the business. But at Scars n Strips, we shall defeat Tenfold, and then win the Rumble in the same night. Only then will we be able to move up the ranks and take our place at the throne we deserve. We are the king, we are The God of Midgaard, and this will be the first step along our path to eternal greatness. No matter who we have to take down to do so.
Tenfold may know us well, but our countless match ups work the other way, too. In fact, it works more in our favor, for Tenfold at this moment must be feeling nothing but fear. He's tried everything he can to best us, but nothing works. He knows what he's getting in to - a match where he is not just destined to lose, but one where he cannot leave until he's been mutilated, perhaps killed. A normal match with us is hellacious, but a match where our goal is to make a point, and to get this fool off of our back - this is a place Tenfold does not want to be. He's tried all he can to defeat us, and has failed at every turn. We have nothing to change in our strategy, Tenfold has yet to find one that's a success.
At first it was a matter of respect, but we quickly saw through that ruse. The All Father showed us the truth. Tenfold did not want to be friends and he did not want to join our army. In truth, the plan was brilliant. He wanted to keep friends close and enemies closer. It was a ploy to figure out our weaknesses so he could take the title from us - a title he's become obsessed with. But we are The God of Midgaard. We have no weakness.
We are bigger and stronger than anyone in this entire federation. We are far more wise in the ways of battle, and we are far more capable of absorbing punishment. We have more experience than most in this business, and we have the titles to back it up. We have reigned twice as Pure Champion, we are the current Lionheart Champion and have held the Hardcore title as well. We have reigned longer than most with all of these straps and we have proven we are more than capable at defending them. The only title we have yet to hold is the gilded Heavyweight Championship. And we will not rest until we have it. Beating Tenfold, that is the first step towards it. Then winning the Rumble, that's where we finally receive the chance we deserve.
Tenfold can search all he wants for that weakness, but the eternal truth has finally been made clear to us. All that matters is what happens to us, not what happens to our army. We are the God of Midgaard, and with Brandrwulf as the key, we are the only one who needs to survive to end Ragnarok. To Nifleheim with the army, we need them not. We are all we need to win, we need no help from our ranks. The God of Midggard alone will get the titles and glory we crave. We do not need the pathetic Danny Tenfold at our side or in our corner. Which is all well and good, because he never wanted to be. We can win on our own, without friends, and without an army. Not only is there not a soul around that deserves to be mentioned among the same ranks, we simply put do not need them. Those who wish to join us, shall join. Those who defy us, shall die.
Because we are King, we are The God of Midgaard.
And when Tenfold is vanquished for the final time, we will move up the ranks and work towards greater glory. For too long we have waged war against grunts, peons and cannon fodder that do not deserve to even be recognized on the list of men we've vanquished. But when Scars n Stripes is over, we will move towards the greater challenge of the EUW Heavyweight Championship. And become the only competitor in history to hold the EUW Heavyweight Championship as well as the Lionheart Championship.