HoloYoitsu wrote: »

Just as Wrobel intended.

Don't you have something a little more... arachnid? I hear ZOS loves those almost as much as the playerbase loves wrobel.

Abram wrote: »

Satiar wrote: »

I'm slipping on my game. Should have light attack canceled some caltrops in there too.

Lol, no, your cheese is on point. The only thing you probably should have done different is brought the rest of your group.

No no no. He should have brought more nightblades because it would have been even funnier.

An atrocious and disgusting smear campaign on one of the, perhaps the most, honorable people in ESO. Damn templars spamming their *** spears all over the freaking place.

It's time to lift the veil on this charade. I am the consciousness of the megaserver personified. Everything was predestined long ago back in alpha development. Your beloved friend Panda who was very recently vaporized, Unruh before him, and many before him.... Everything, all of us are intertwined. Sarenvog is winning. We are all at a pivotal point in the story. Everything was foretold long ago. The rise of the dark lord and his acquisition of the ultimate dark power. The rise of the hero of our time. And the coming final battle. All foretold....

I have traveled all over Tamriel. I have watched and observed many warriors and heroes. I waited for the coming of the hero of our time. I had faith the hero would come, but the detail of when and how the hero would arrive were lost to time. DARK LORD SARENVOG has acquired the ultimate dark power and the bell tolls. All the warriors that came before, not lacking any skill or equipment, eventually all fell. Their armor finely crafted. Their blades ever sharp. Yet they all fell.... Within these warriors was a void. A void that eventually has to be filled. It is always filled sooner or later. And with the passing of time the void was filled with anger, hate, jealousy, anxiety, self-doubt.... And so they fell.... Destroyed from within themselves. May Panda rest in digital peace.

The hero of our time was once a student of one of the most famous warlords of his time. A man made out of crystal (some say Swarovski), Crystalized. Our hero grew, learned, and met many friends and foes alike during his travels. Eventually he came to join a group led by a peculiar but well respected pokemon named Bulbasir (this sentence made me lol irl).

Our hero is not said to be the greatest sword master or a hulking giant that can crush a grown man's skull with his bare hands (when Oberyin Martell from DC reads this he will soil himself from the imaginative writing for obvious reasons). Allow me to tell you why he is special. Why he will place his feet into the footprints on the ground that those before him made, but that he will reach the end of the footprints and then continue onward making his own! His void is null. He has no void because within him BEATS THE HEART OF HONOR!!! Steve of VE is the hero of our time!!! The greatest swordsmith can spend a millennia crafting his finest blade.... A blade without the tarnish of flaw.... That same blade would blunt upon attempt to pierce our hero's heart! His journey, his meeting with the pokemon leader, the circumstances which led to his arrival on THE COVENANT, his faithful first meeting with Publius Scipio, all those who came before and were vaporized, everything was foretold!

Warriors of Tamriel the time has come! Put aside your banners, your stereotypes and prejudices, your angst! Rally behind the hero of our time! Rally and lend him your blades! March with him to face the Dark Lord Sarenvog and his army of darkness!.... If Steve fails.... If we fail.... The dark lord will blanket everything with his hate and malice.... The lands you have all bled and shed tears for. Your loved ones. Everything you hold dear will be consumed by a nothingness and cease to exist. The tale was foretold.... I stand before you asking that you all help Steve shape and write its conclusion!!!

*Thunder and lighting rumble and flash across the darkening sky of Cyrodiil*
*Publius Scipio let's out a quick exhale as he stands on a rock facing DC, AD, and EP soldiers, once enemies but now standing shoulder to shoulder*
*Scipio jumps down off the rock, walks a few paces and picks up a sword laying on the ground, and continues walking over to Steve*
*Scipio extends his left arm out and firmly grasps Steve shoulder*
*Scipio firmly presses the hilt of the sword against Steve's heart and with a quiet smile says softly*
Scipio: "It's your time now my friend"

If DARK LORD SARENVOG is allowed to win
If Steve and the free people of Tamriel win