Fin!

The sounds of armor clinking in the woods alerts the band of furry Mogs to danger! Yes, as they peer out from behind the leaves they see what appears to be a lion composed entirely of a sparkly white powdery substance.

"Man, that thing really needs to die!" The little happy Mogs say to each other. "Yes, I think so too." Others among them agree. Claws appear from every digit, flexing and curling in anticipation of slashes. "I hope there aren't any more of those things around, though..." One Mog ponders.

One moglet investigates the powdery stuff on the leaves and bushes...ahh...it's sweet!!...sugar, it is! Then, it must be true, sugar lions are loose in the woods....beware!

-Look men, what's that furry little thing hiding behind the tree trunks?
-Caution Sire! They might look cuddly but I have head stories of how they eat children and burn villages. We need to thread in silence and be careful on where we put our foots down in the darkness of Mogwood.
So be it! We will await reinforcements before advancing further..
Pink clouds appearing on the sky. This is a bad omen...

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A group of students at the Lodanian school of gastronomy is covardly attacked be evil Nebs as they were camping by the old goldmine, having a bbq.
Scouts comming in reports four dead all between 14 and 18 yrs old, one boy and three girls. They were just about to grill the boar their comandeers had shot earlier as archers from the Nebulan first, second and third army group attacked totally unprovoked.

Last Edited : Monday, 28 January 2013 - 06:33

Mog looks up from his planning desk to receive his Lieutenant, Moggles.

"What news from the front, Moggles?" asks Mog.
"We see forces of both yellow and a sickly green approaching the castle, sire." replies Moggles.
"That isn't too good, but I'm sure they mean us no harm, after all, it is well known that we are a fierce and quite hungry band of Mogs. They won't attack us if we just stay out of their way. But if they do come any closer, release the dragon." Mog says.
"We have a dragon?" asks Moggles.
"Of course we do! Just look in that closet over there." Mog giggles.

Moggles goes to the closet and opens the door. Inside there is a small salamander resting on a bed of coals.

"He hardly looks like a threat to me!" chuckles Moggles to Mog.
"Yes, well, he isn't puffed up right now. Wait until you see him in the field!" Mog replies.

Outside, the sounds of innocent moglets at play remind Mog just how important his position is.
"I have to keep the moglets and mogettes safe." he thinks.

"Go forth and rally the troops, Moggles, I think we may have to ride out soon to deal with these foul interlopers." Mog snarls.

Hmmm... Hulio is too violent for me. I must run. I am only poking around for shiny stuff. I scavange.

You say that, I still expect to be seeing a large group of your guys comming at me pretty soon! Good thing I have my Mace handy

Mace are overrated Ill show you soon

Who is winning? LOD needs to make a paint diagram of whats going on.

It's turn three, I hope no one is winning yet!

Funker's forces let blood spill!

Der Funker will save me

Sure "Der Funker" will!

I alla fall!

So far, this game has been the best time I've had at Wol since the last clan game I was in. Dammit, this site has the greatest clan set-up and just not enough players to make it rock! It USED to be amazing.

The fight goes on. Mog and Sugarleo had a dustup with some LODians and Jordios thrown in for fun. Both are licking wounds and trying to get some sleep. Huliojordio and Ultima seem to be having a stately fandango going on and Hwatta, Neb and Funker are just making ready for trouble. Wheeee!

These pickup clan games work pretty well, it seems. Of course, we have 8 dedicated, experienced players here, some of them from the first year of the game in 2001!

OK, back to the ramparts with this cold, wet Mog. Lookouts report Sugar Lions in the area. They dissolve in hot tea but can give a nasty, sweet bite if allowed too close. Mogs no like.

We should draw up something to make it easier on outsiders to understand what is going on in the game. I agree, this is fun.

Half a league, half a league,
  Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death,
  Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.

Hi LOD,
I thought, "Why don't I bring some nice Mogtreats© over to LOD's place, he might be a bit hungry, who knows?" But when I showed up I saw you were busy hitting my clanmate Neb on the head and so no cookies for you. I think I might have to register a complaint with the constabulary about this. I'm eating these delicious Mogtreats© myself.

Mog

I'll gladly eat the ones you sent but I doubt they will taste very good

Jab. Counter.
Attack. Defend.
Thrust. Parry.

I have no idea who's winning this one and it will soon be turn 17. Any clan game I've played in has been, at least, leaning one way or another.

Well played by all.

(bell rings)

Time for the next round...