A storyteller tells his story to the inn.
"It was a dark and stormy night -or so the Heralds say-
And lightning striking constantly transformed the night to day
The thunder roared the castle round - or thusly runs the tale-
And rising from the Northeast Tower there came a fearful wail.
It was no beast nor banshee that, the castle folk knew well,
Nor prisoner in agony, nor demon trapped by spell,
No ghost that moaned in penance, nor a soul in mortal fright-
It was just the ruler "falling" out into night."
Suddenly, a white arrow flew from the person in the door into storyteller's chest, the inn's common room grew colder and the fire once bright and cheerfully turned blue and in pure misery. A person moved out of the gloomy door, he was fully clothed in white and his hair was whiter than snow itself. His eyes, full of blueness of sapphire narrowed in fury.
He hissed a phase:
"That tale is forbidden by the order of the Winter King. If I heard that tale once more, then your pitiful village will be freeze slowly to death."
The crowd in the inn shook with fear and hate but yet they can do nothing.
He looked at the storyteller with disdain who was at that moment was dying.
He left the inn and the sound of silver chimes echoing across the village. A Herald left the village for now....
OOC: If anyone tells me who the poem’s author name was?? The person's answer to that question would find itself a character in this AAR. The clue in this part is quite obvious!!
Anyway the game I am playing is Sweden.
Difficulty: Normal
A.I. Aggressiveness: Furious
Patch: 1.08
The goal is to extend the winter as far as possible
The ice age is coming or not.
I am not going to do a WC but I will do this game gradually and patiently
"It was a dark and stormy night -or so the Heralds say-
And lightning striking constantly transformed the night to day
The thunder roared the castle round - or thusly runs the tale-
And rising from the Northeast Tower there came a fearful wail.
It was no beast nor banshee that, the castle folk knew well,
Nor prisoner in agony, nor demon trapped by spell,
No ghost that moaned in penance, nor a soul in mortal fright-
It was just the ruler "falling" out into night."
Suddenly, a white arrow flew from the person in the door into storyteller's chest, the inn's common room grew colder and the fire once bright and cheerfully turned blue and in pure misery. A person moved out of the gloomy door, he was fully clothed in white and his hair was whiter than snow itself. His eyes, full of blueness of sapphire narrowed in fury.
He hissed a phase:
"That tale is forbidden by the order of the Winter King. If I heard that tale once more, then your pitiful village will be freeze slowly to death."
The crowd in the inn shook with fear and hate but yet they can do nothing.
He looked at the storyteller with disdain who was at that moment was dying.
He left the inn and the sound of silver chimes echoing across the village. A Herald left the village for now....
OOC: If anyone tells me who the poem’s author name was?? The person's answer to that question would find itself a character in this AAR. The clue in this part is quite obvious!!
Anyway the game I am playing is Sweden.
Difficulty: Normal
A.I. Aggressiveness: Furious
Patch: 1.08
The goal is to extend the winter as far as possible