NiteRogue
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Dedication to the skills of Mark2282
Based on the events of my gameplay on the server
At the White City of Kings there we, the orcs, lay waste upon the outer walls of Minas Tirith. I NiteRogue, orc of Mordor, servant of the Great Eye, furiously led the raid upon this soon to be desolated city. I have successfully taken the main gate of Minas Tirith and continued the fray towards the second level. We eliminated all in our path with extreme prejudice. Ruthless as we are, our attack was simply stopped by this one hooded ranger who only held a simple bow. There he stood and there he fired arrows upon us as if we were only one meter apart from us. One after the other we simply fell like wooden blocks. This ranger's skill was somehow so superior he took on melee and ranged unit alike without hesitation. I took my cover for I knew the outcome. My regiment fell apart to a storm of arrows. I could not just run back. He is to be stopped or possibly the entire assault will be pushed back.
His back up had arrived. I quickly revealed myself. All eyes fell upon me. I was scowled upon with intimidation. I cried out, “You there, human scum. You may have taken down my regiment, but I will not fall so easily by your hand. I challenge you on a one on one fight to the death.” As a Shaman, a wielder of the dark arts, my skills should match his as long as he doesn’t predict my moves. So I took the liberty of making my move first. I went head on and struck my wand to cast a fireball. Quickly it got deflected by the shot of his arrow. I jumped on top of a roof with my enchanted jump as I dodged the fireball as it was coming back at me. The hooded ranger parkoured up a wall and then jumped off as he fired three powerful shots at me. I ran towards them and swiftly once I met with the arrows I jumped up, quadruple side flipped over the three arrows, and at the same time I casted four fireballs upon the ranger’s position. As expected he dodged them with agility.
The fight continues as seconds pass by and finally, had I lost my touch, the hooded ranger made his daring finishing move. I did my best to avoid his attacks but arrows went flying all my direction. He fired them with such speed; perhaps he neared the skills of the dreadful Legolas. I fired a shot at him, but ultimately it was deflected and it hit right back to me. I went flying back and ending up hitting the back of the outer wall of Minas Tirith. I was weak and had no chance of escape. The hooded ranger slowly walked towards me firing five arrows that pinned me to the wall. Driven to exhaustion and realizing my defeat, there was nothing to do but to fall by the hands of the hooded ranger. He stopped at a certain distance from me and slowly he drew an arrow that would finish me off. Before I would fall, driven by anger I yelled out, “Who….who are you?” The hooded ranger removed his hood, showing his face and calmly said, “I’m Mark 2282!” Right then he loosed an arrow upon……..
Based on the events of my gameplay on the server
At the White City of Kings there we, the orcs, lay waste upon the outer walls of Minas Tirith. I NiteRogue, orc of Mordor, servant of the Great Eye, furiously led the raid upon this soon to be desolated city. I have successfully taken the main gate of Minas Tirith and continued the fray towards the second level. We eliminated all in our path with extreme prejudice. Ruthless as we are, our attack was simply stopped by this one hooded ranger who only held a simple bow. There he stood and there he fired arrows upon us as if we were only one meter apart from us. One after the other we simply fell like wooden blocks. This ranger's skill was somehow so superior he took on melee and ranged unit alike without hesitation. I took my cover for I knew the outcome. My regiment fell apart to a storm of arrows. I could not just run back. He is to be stopped or possibly the entire assault will be pushed back.
His back up had arrived. I quickly revealed myself. All eyes fell upon me. I was scowled upon with intimidation. I cried out, “You there, human scum. You may have taken down my regiment, but I will not fall so easily by your hand. I challenge you on a one on one fight to the death.” As a Shaman, a wielder of the dark arts, my skills should match his as long as he doesn’t predict my moves. So I took the liberty of making my move first. I went head on and struck my wand to cast a fireball. Quickly it got deflected by the shot of his arrow. I jumped on top of a roof with my enchanted jump as I dodged the fireball as it was coming back at me. The hooded ranger parkoured up a wall and then jumped off as he fired three powerful shots at me. I ran towards them and swiftly once I met with the arrows I jumped up, quadruple side flipped over the three arrows, and at the same time I casted four fireballs upon the ranger’s position. As expected he dodged them with agility.
The fight continues as seconds pass by and finally, had I lost my touch, the hooded ranger made his daring finishing move. I did my best to avoid his attacks but arrows went flying all my direction. He fired them with such speed; perhaps he neared the skills of the dreadful Legolas. I fired a shot at him, but ultimately it was deflected and it hit right back to me. I went flying back and ending up hitting the back of the outer wall of Minas Tirith. I was weak and had no chance of escape. The hooded ranger slowly walked towards me firing five arrows that pinned me to the wall. Driven to exhaustion and realizing my defeat, there was nothing to do but to fall by the hands of the hooded ranger. He stopped at a certain distance from me and slowly he drew an arrow that would finish me off. Before I would fall, driven by anger I yelled out, “Who….who are you?” The hooded ranger removed his hood, showing his face and calmly said, “I’m Mark 2282!” Right then he loosed an arrow upon……..
