Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20150610144731/@comment-25975584-20150612034504

Argali1 wrote: Soronto is sitting there, smugly happy with the atrocities he commited. Then, suddenly, a strange porceline ball goes through the roof of his tent and blows up. When the smoke clears, Soronto is on the ground, incredibly wounded from the explosion. On top of that, the primitive grenade was packed full of metal and porceline scraps and shards. Aditionaly, some of his wounds might be fatal. Then, a figure riding a zebra comes up to him. Then man says: ''"I have always wondered what happens when you blow a bitchy war criminal half to bits. Now I know. I normally would by guilty about this, but, you are such a horrible person, I am pretty ok with my actions. You look like some kind of food from Mordor, by the way. Now, down to the serious bread. I have a giant mithril kanabo, a greenstone patu and a mithril chain. No, I will not kill you with those. That would be stupping to your level. But, my zebra, Shaka, just might. Hey, you can't blame him, he's an animal. Oh by the way, you don't deserve this sword, I will keep it. I don't like the exotic leather though, I find it distastfull. Maybe, spider silk instead?" ''Soronto saw Earendil Shingen Heke had the sword that Slythe gave to him atached to Shaka's armor by the sheath. Shaka then moves in and tramples Soronto..... Bombs are OP in a midieval world... Even Utumno doesn't have them.