“At last!
The Ragnarok was brought to the goblins, by our fists and bootheels!
The group swept away the horde of unalarmed little ones. As one perfectly moving clockwork, or an unstoppable wave of ocean our mighty heroes will laugh again and again in the middle of their well-earned endless dinner in the hall of Valhalla, while remembering this blessed victory!
Hail to the clans of real warriors! This day the enemy's blood was the mud under our boots and the dirt under our nails.
No revenge will ever be sweeter than this!”
“Disaster! We were caught by our own trick. The Norsemen came at us in the night, overpowering our sentries before they could sound the alarm. It was a massacre, still without the heavy artillery, there was nothing we could do. Our Fanatic was away on a scouting mission as well. Ironfilth did manage to take out the snow troll with his chainsaw but it was too late. Damnhand II and Dobzam the Troll stayed behind to cover our retreat. It was in inspiring sight, to see the Goblin and Troll fighting on, while surrounded by Norse.
We manage to fall back to our secondary base to lick our wounds and regroup. I never expected the Norse to be so cunning and... well Goblin-like. We will not forgive or forget this. There will be blood to pay!”
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The Ragnarok was brought to the goblins, by our fists and bootheels!
The group swept away the horde of unalarmed little ones. As one perfectly moving clockwork, or an unstoppable wave of ocean our mighty heroes will laugh again and again in the middle of their well-earned endless dinner in the hall of Valhalla, while remembering this blessed victory!
Hail to the clans of real warriors! This day the enemy's blood was the mud under our boots and the dirt under our nails.
No revenge will ever be sweeter than this!”