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[CubeJackal]

On this rainy day in history, the vast armies of Yellonia and Greenius clash! Select your team and have your muddy prole stumble onto the battlefield! Will he be armed with a dangerous weapon or some rude words? Clad in a suit of armour or the suit his mother knitted in the womb? Only time (and a die) will tell!

[Nirur Torir]

Illustrated RTDs are almost always fun! Team Greenius will be victorious today, so I will join them.

[lawastooshort]

Oh, I will have a suit knitted in my mother's womb, and some rude words (if I can choose I would like arsebiscuit and feckweasel) and I will join a randomly chosen team. If I can choose any of that that is. Feckweasel would be my main choice though.

[USEC_OFFICER]

I believe that I shall be joining team Yellonia. Tally ho!

[CubeJackal]

With encouraging shoves from their respective commanders, the first two combatants stumble into focus! Nirur Torir, fighting for King Greenwold, is wearing [2] only the trendiest clothy rags (as advertised in Mud Weekly), wielding [3] a flimsy-looking pike and off-handing [6] a mighty tower shield that he can barely keep upright. King Yellorch's response lies in lawastooshort, wearing [5] a sturdy armoured surcoat (decorated in the colours of both the Redus and Blusonch kingdoms, bizarrely), wielding [6] a dense steel mace and off-handing [5] a tough iron shield, again decorated with the colours of houses not at all involved in the hostilities. Evidently, this man is colourblind.

[Tomcost]

I join the battle in the name of Greenwold!

[lawastooshort]

"Charge in the name of King... er... Yellorch! Cursed be the feckweasels!

Run into the middle a bit, and smack anyone who comes near with my dense axe. Aim for the legs.

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

For Greenwold!

[Nirur Torir]

Hold my ground and form-up into a one-person pikesquare formation to defend myself against a possible enemy charge.

[squidgen]

FOR PURPOPE!

[CubeJackal]

USEC_OFFICER joins the fray not far behind his comrade! While clad in [6] custom-fitted full plate, his armament appears to consist of [2] a leftover of last night's pre-battle drinking contest and [4] a relatively plain old heater shield. Perhaps he was too hungover to find his sword that morning.

Tomcost immodestly strides forward in [1] naught but some intimidating war paint, wielding a [4] short bow and [3] wooden bucker, reinforced with an iron centre. The angry face on his stomach is sure to strike fear (or mirth) into the hearts of his yellow-bellied yellow adversaries.

lawastooshort lets out a string of curses and rushes forward, [2] managing to trip over his own feet as he does so and barely avoiding flopping face-first into the marshy ground. He didn't make it as far into the field as he had hoped.

Urist Mc Dorf joins his comrade Tomcost in [1] his clothing-related protest, with only his striking beard to protect him from enemy blows since he [1] lacks a shield. That, and his [5] menacing short sword.

Nirur Torir readies his pike and [4] holds it firm in front of him, using his tower shield and pike in combination to present an intimidating obstacle to any who dare to charge his position.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Who needs weapons when you have armour?

Sally forth! (AKA move forward)

[lawastooshort]

Also move forward! Direct laughter at naked enemy! Aim for the heart!

(edit: and then temporarily leave )

[luvmonke]

Luhf Monkeh, a dark skinned  Yellonia soldier who possess both massive black beard and hearty laugh, joins for the glory of King Yellorch.

[Nirur Torir]

Charge into melee range as fast as I can. If I fight well enough, maybe I can be promoted into a better regiment.