Admiral jimbob
gay as all hell
Part 2: http://www.rpgcodex.net/phpBB/viewtopic ... 00#1869400
Part 3: http://www.rpgcodex.net/phpBB/viewtopic ... 58#1873258
Part 4: http://www.rpgcodex.net/phpBB/viewtopic ... 19#1875119
Part 5: http://www.rpgcodex.net/phpBB/viewtopic ... 66#1876366
Once, long ago, in the frozen lands of the North where men are proud, hearty and Aryan, there was a crisis.
The foreign invaders came, as invaders do, in the name of a bloated and multicultural Empire. Their way of life was the only way acceptable under the new order, cultural beliefs branded unacceptable to the ways of the aliens we must now call neighbours. What it meant to be a true man of the North was phased out - slowly, at first, almost imperceptibly - then more and more outrageously. By the time anyone grasped the reality, it was all too late. The great, multicultural Empire had us in its grasp, and it seemed that freedom was a goal we could only dream of, or escape to in death. For at least they could not take Valhalla from us.
The outlawing of the worship of our god-king, he who marched from the east to establish a glorious kaiserdom in the name of glory and honour, washing the world clean of lesser beings... that was one affront too many.
It came as a surprise to few when the reptilians revealed themselves. Greedily hoarding their gold, lying dormant for years and waiting for civilisation to destroy itself at their prodding, they rose to attack the North in force. Inspired by their brutal religious belief, which states that they must destroy reality to attain salvation, and that such will only occur when they return as one to their ancestral home, they are coming. They are rising.
A rebellion must begin, before all we hold dear is annihilated.
A hero must rise.
Hailed as BROvakhiin, a hero foretold in prophecy, he was granted the power of the BRO SHOUT in the North's time of greatest need. Some say this power was granted by the gods themselves.
: BRO HOW ARE YOU
: Who... who are you? This is surreal.
: IF YOU ARE A TRUE BRO YOU WILL NOT USE THAT WORD AGAIN IN MY PRESENCE
: I'm... sorry? What do you want from me?
: I HAVE CHOSEN YOU TO BE MY BRO AND SPREAD THE WORD OF MY TEACHINGS IT IS TIME TO TAKE THE FIGHT TO THE DOGFUCKERS
: could... could it be? Are you BLOBERT? Manliest of men, broest of bros?
: YOU KNOW IT BRO!! NO TIME TO CHAT I HAVE A BABY TO PUT TO BED, JUST REMMBER OUR CREED: IT IS TIME TO DRINK BEER AND KICK ASS AND I AM NEVER OUT OF BEER
With that, our hero set out to Windhelm, home of Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak and the rebel army.
Anders has not been idle in his time as BROvakhiin up to this point. The Black Panthers and their vile leader, Archmagister Obamanation, are but a distant memory to the people of Skyrim.
This is Galmar, who will be giving us our orders for now. He's having a conversation with Jarl Ulfric about retrieving a legendary crown worn by the High Kings of Skyrim, that he might wear to persuade the people of his legitimacy as leader. Unfortunately, we only get to hear half this conversation. Mainly because Jarl Ulfric is in bed and Galmar is talking to a table.
My god... we're serving under the avatar of !
Most wannabe Stormcloaks have to undergo a trial to prove their worth and dedication, swimming out to a forlorn island and battling an ice wraith. Fortunately, Anders skipped this trial, as he has already proven his dedication to the cause through what is, when you think about it, a remarkably similar series of events.
: are you saying you sent me out there to die?
: I wasn't sure your heart was in it. But you've proven me wrong. And I respect that. Before you're one of us, you must swear fealty to Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, future High King of Skyrim.
: I'm ready to take the oath.
: That's the spirit. By swearing this oath you become one of us. A hero of the people. A true son of Skyrim. A Stormcloak.
: I do swear my blood and honour to the service of Ulfric Stormcloak, Lord of Windhelm and true High King of Skyrim. As Talos is my witness, may this oath bind me to death and beyond, even to my lord as to my fellow brothers and sisters in arms. All hail the Stormcloaks, the true sons and daughters of Skyrim!
Join us next time as Anders Breivik sets out with his fellow Stormcloaks to recover the legendary crown and pop whatever moles stand in their way. Will Anders master the way of the BRO? Will Ulfric realise just what he has taken under his wing? Will the pavement crack open under my feet and spill me into the depths of hell for this? Find out next time as we play through Skyrim's Stormcloak rebellion questline!
Part 3: http://www.rpgcodex.net/phpBB/viewtopic ... 58#1873258
Part 4: http://www.rpgcodex.net/phpBB/viewtopic ... 19#1875119
Part 5: http://www.rpgcodex.net/phpBB/viewtopic ... 66#1876366
Once, long ago, in the frozen lands of the North where men are proud, hearty and Aryan, there was a crisis.
The foreign invaders came, as invaders do, in the name of a bloated and multicultural Empire. Their way of life was the only way acceptable under the new order, cultural beliefs branded unacceptable to the ways of the aliens we must now call neighbours. What it meant to be a true man of the North was phased out - slowly, at first, almost imperceptibly - then more and more outrageously. By the time anyone grasped the reality, it was all too late. The great, multicultural Empire had us in its grasp, and it seemed that freedom was a goal we could only dream of, or escape to in death. For at least they could not take Valhalla from us.
The outlawing of the worship of our god-king, he who marched from the east to establish a glorious kaiserdom in the name of glory and honour, washing the world clean of lesser beings... that was one affront too many.
It came as a surprise to few when the reptilians revealed themselves. Greedily hoarding their gold, lying dormant for years and waiting for civilisation to destroy itself at their prodding, they rose to attack the North in force. Inspired by their brutal religious belief, which states that they must destroy reality to attain salvation, and that such will only occur when they return as one to their ancestral home, they are coming. They are rising.
A rebellion must begin, before all we hold dear is annihilated.
A hero must rise.
Hailed as BROvakhiin, a hero foretold in prophecy, he was granted the power of the BRO SHOUT in the North's time of greatest need. Some say this power was granted by the gods themselves.
With that, our hero set out to Windhelm, home of Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak and the rebel army.
Anders has not been idle in his time as BROvakhiin up to this point. The Black Panthers and their vile leader, Archmagister Obamanation, are but a distant memory to the people of Skyrim.
This is Galmar, who will be giving us our orders for now. He's having a conversation with Jarl Ulfric about retrieving a legendary crown worn by the High Kings of Skyrim, that he might wear to persuade the people of his legitimacy as leader. Unfortunately, we only get to hear half this conversation. Mainly because Jarl Ulfric is in bed and Galmar is talking to a table.
My god... we're serving under the avatar of !
Most wannabe Stormcloaks have to undergo a trial to prove their worth and dedication, swimming out to a forlorn island and battling an ice wraith. Fortunately, Anders skipped this trial, as he has already proven his dedication to the cause through what is, when you think about it, a remarkably similar series of events.
: I wasn't sure your heart was in it. But you've proven me wrong. And I respect that. Before you're one of us, you must swear fealty to Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, future High King of Skyrim.
: That's the spirit. By swearing this oath you become one of us. A hero of the people. A true son of Skyrim. A Stormcloak.
Join us next time as Anders Breivik sets out with his fellow Stormcloaks to recover the legendary crown and pop whatever moles stand in their way. Will Anders master the way of the BRO? Will Ulfric realise just what he has taken under his wing? Will the pavement crack open under my feet and spill me into the depths of hell for this? Find out next time as we play through Skyrim's Stormcloak rebellion questline!