badgermonkey said:
Yep, I'm lazy, but pretty interested in Vanguard. Too lazy however to read the big huge thread.
Basically, is there a way you can sell this to me in several choice words? I don't really want to take the plunge if all I see is what I've currently seen - half committed "its alright" sentiments. I've gotten very bored of WoW recently and want a new game to play. Is this the one to tide me over until Warhammer?
The crows nest was a lonely place to be...young Sean mused....bitter bitter cold. "But the captain needs me" We are out here to prevent the Galgothans flanking our positions on the Thestrian mainland. If an enemy fleet manages to make a landing behind our positions it would be disastrous for us. 3 Major cities would be defenceless and the War isnt going well as it is, but the sea ahhh the sea...our ships have the better of them. Sean always marvelled at the incredible craftmanship of Peleonic vessels
Shivering he pulls his elven cloak around him. The rain was lashing the ship now. He had only been with the crew 2 months, lucky to have been accepted into the fellowship at his age. (lvl8
)
Suddenly through the storm clouds there is a flash of lightning. Dark shapes appear for a nanosecond on the horizon. Sean squints his eyes into the fierce howl of the wind and rain. He rubbs his eyes "im seeing things now..." "what manner of thing could possibly be out in this madness?"
The howl of the wind drowns out his next thoughts as the ship is rocked to and fro. He holds on for dear life. He peers out again in the direction of strange shapes. "Hrmm nothing" "Nothing but seagulls and this damnable rain!"
And then suddenly before him the the rain lessens and the clouds break. The sun at last he sighs. He turns his head around the horizon. 6 Massive monstrosities are swiftly approaching...What the!! Great Maker! It cannot be! He frantically rings the alarm bell.
Dorik, son of Belath (captain of the 'Merry Mermaid') is asleep in his hammock beneath deck when he hears the alarm call. He splutters and unceremoniously falls off his hammock onto the wooden decks "damn and blast" swearing underneath his breath and heaving his massive bulk to his feet. What has that fool of a boy saw now " Buckling his swordbelt on he struggles up onto the main deck.
Immediately his grey bearded face is lashed by the wind and rain. He peers into it.
By the Gods!!
Dragons!!!! 6 of them it looks like. 4 Red and 2 black in the
Vanguard, a rider atop each of them! Swiftly, Dorik unsheathes his massive two-handed sword and blows on the horn at his belt. Holding his sword aloft, Dorik runs to the side of the deck, a blue aura begins to radiate from his shining blade and he yells out a challenge to the lead Dragon.
"There is a puny mortal waving at me" The great black dragon silenty observes seeing the small fat figure at the ship's railing.
"Are you hungry Melthor" laughs the silky black clad female commander astride the dragon.
Holding a charcoal stave she directs the beast toward the figure.
