Bretonnia hunting party

Ingen party uten ei solid øltønne

Blir lite på 5* mann det der

true.. trur eg har nokka tønne fra en gammel kanon ligganes om du vil montere ekstra på ryggen hannes

Ser bra ut, inspirasjon for oss andre, vi må bare komme i gang :-)

fluff: this merry gang of peasants got the hold of infamous dwarf brewer Jusef Bugman's XXXXXX beer, how no one speaks of, and has told there wife's that there out hunting. two decorated high ranked generals (--played as knight of realm in game--) joins them, and they dare not speak against them (and it may bear fruit of good will, as we all know knights gets 9th of a coin of an bretonnian peasant, so any good will from a knight comes dearly) tree of the peasants tells fantastic sagas about them self as the late night passes and the cock starting to sing the sun up at the sky. one of witch is barely 8 summers and got a slingshot he claims to have shoot and killed a Dark God worshipper on evil steed, by shooting a pea straight up the foul man nostrils and knocked him down in front of he's mount then stepped on first by the horse thing, then the steed went back rolled over him once more then stepped on a final time.. laughter followed by awkward silence as the boy appears deadly insulted, holding he's slingshot.. mug of beer falls in he's young hands and the merry gang continues with the saga of arrows made of unicorn feathers that fly straight and true directly at who ever the yeoman points he's bow at. rabbits of plenty lays roasted after mere minutes of naysayers thong has spoken.. the last one just waves he's flag, and sings a song of womenfolk, beer and the lady of the lake, and all feel in there heart unnatural bravery and lust to smite down all evil..