Posted September 26, 2015
high rated
All I can say is wow. I was a level 25 paladin, 80 rage, 85 Mana. 15 attacj It was high tension. I started out with an army of knights (100), dwarves (299), sprites (220), dryads (950) and black dragons(7). With the dragons, sprites and dryads I was able to quickly decimate the bone dragons and the demons. The knights and the dwarves soaked up the spells. I had soul draining on a 1 turn cooldown and used it to reduce the red dragons a bit, then used it on the black dragons exclusively. I ignored the giants till the very end.
It got to the point where I didn't know if I could win or not but perservered. It got to the point where I had 150 dryads, 11 knights, and two black dragons. He had 3 black dragons and 10 giants. I couldn't get the rage to use soul drain and I didn't know how to take out the black dragons. I thought about it for five minutes straight and then started summoning gizmo. It gave me the win. I used scrolls to wittle down the giants, on top of fire breath from the black dragons. Then I closed in for the kill with the dryads and the knights. Win.
I've never had such a close battle with high tension.
This is the real part. After the battle I realized how epic it was if you pictured what was happening. A giant dragon ambushing your army. Surrounded by dragons and demons the paladin delivers one last speech. The battle begins with the massive dragon casting a spells that turned 300 dwarves to sheep. Here is a relatively tiny paladin blessing his troops, divinely destroying the enemies defense, turning sheep back to warriors, and calling the souls of the dead back to continue the fight. The entire time death itself is weaving in and out of the battlefield swinging his spectral scythe slaying everything it touches. The battle drags on for hours, with the chance of victory turning with the chance of a clever attack.
Finally, a few surviving knights surround a circle of giants, the personal servants of their wounded master. Almost completely exhausted the last of the knights bravely charge, the clubs of the giants flinging their remaining friends to death yards away. The last giant falls and the battlefield clear. The paladin charges across it to meet his nemesis. The battered and bloody dragon snarls and snaps barely able to fight. The paladin circles a still dangerous enemy, looking for the final opening. Bringing his sword of light to bear he sees it and with a swift, sure swing delivers a killing blow. Removing his helm he and his wife approach the lone child and comfort her, The knights follow their code of honor, arraying the swords and shields of their dead brethren along their bodies with the dryads circling the battlefield helping the wounded. The world saved, they return to the relieved king - a legend with new worlds to explore.
It got to the point where I didn't know if I could win or not but perservered. It got to the point where I had 150 dryads, 11 knights, and two black dragons. He had 3 black dragons and 10 giants. I couldn't get the rage to use soul drain and I didn't know how to take out the black dragons. I thought about it for five minutes straight and then started summoning gizmo. It gave me the win. I used scrolls to wittle down the giants, on top of fire breath from the black dragons. Then I closed in for the kill with the dryads and the knights. Win.
I've never had such a close battle with high tension.
This is the real part. After the battle I realized how epic it was if you pictured what was happening. A giant dragon ambushing your army. Surrounded by dragons and demons the paladin delivers one last speech. The battle begins with the massive dragon casting a spells that turned 300 dwarves to sheep. Here is a relatively tiny paladin blessing his troops, divinely destroying the enemies defense, turning sheep back to warriors, and calling the souls of the dead back to continue the fight. The entire time death itself is weaving in and out of the battlefield swinging his spectral scythe slaying everything it touches. The battle drags on for hours, with the chance of victory turning with the chance of a clever attack.
Finally, a few surviving knights surround a circle of giants, the personal servants of their wounded master. Almost completely exhausted the last of the knights bravely charge, the clubs of the giants flinging their remaining friends to death yards away. The last giant falls and the battlefield clear. The paladin charges across it to meet his nemesis. The battered and bloody dragon snarls and snaps barely able to fight. The paladin circles a still dangerous enemy, looking for the final opening. Bringing his sword of light to bear he sees it and with a swift, sure swing delivers a killing blow. Removing his helm he and his wife approach the lone child and comfort her, The knights follow their code of honor, arraying the swords and shields of their dead brethren along their bodies with the dryads circling the battlefield helping the wounded. The world saved, they return to the relieved king - a legend with new worlds to explore.