» Thu Jun 14, 2012 8:30 pm
^Imagine, the next time you're caught with your hands in pockets not attached to your own clothes....
...Instead of seeing a hail of arrows mark your untimely demise, a solid wall of fierce steel-clad guards charges you, halberds held forward, ready to pin you to the store-front behind you.
Imagine a battle where a dozen horseman ride through a stormcloak camp, crossbow bolts piercing armor like so much butter, only to slam headlong into a phalanx of pikes, piercing man and horse-flesh.
Imagine chasing down and skewering a forwsworn warrior from the back of a horse, shaking his now prone form off the end of your broad spear as you seek his foolish kin.