Hi guys! i remember one day when i was playing LMS at Forochel. i was dead, but the other guys (i think 6 or 7) were holding a pretty good line. they survived for a lot of time, but the trolls were coming closer and closer. then one of them panicked and ran away, and their line dissolved like sugar. the troll army stepped over them and in less than 30 seconds all the fighters were dead, including the guy that tried to run first. Inspired on that episode, i wrote a poem based on that experience and the message that shows up when you play Forochel (the one showing up when night starts). what do you think?
The Call was heard, loud and clear
The Frost Army was approaching, near
Once brave men, now shocked in fear
Hear the call that brings fright
Feel a troll's hammer of might
The last human extinguished his light
In the world that now dwells the frosted night
The fight is over,
Your world as well.
Not a single clover
Escaped our hell
Once plains of green
Now dead dirt, brown
All serve the Iron Crown
The Call was heard, loud and clear
The Frost Army was approaching, near
Once brave men, now shocked in fear
Hear the call that brings fright
Feel a troll's hammer of might
The last human extinguished his light
In the world that now dwells the frosted night
The fight is over,
Your world as well.
Not a single clover
Escaped our hell
Once plains of green
Now dead dirt, brown
All serve the Iron Crown