insults 3 son of,bride of insults

At my weakest,Im a match for twenty of you.
A third of my strength is enough for thirty of you.
warriors avoid the battlefield for fear of me.
whole armies flee before me
 
not bad for a boy.
I wear no armour,yet the cowards that do will not advance beyond me this day.
more than five times fifty of your company will fall too my blade today.
 
I would sooner have wolves eat my living flesh than give ground too you.
IT is better too be the prey of ravens than forsake the goddess.
My wrath may be sated by the taste of your hearts blood.
 
-This Vulgarian will not lay down for you, yet you will lay down for this Vulgarian!!

-Your brainball will make a new addition to one of the pikes on the front gates!

-Step forward heathen so that I may look upon the face of the one that soon will taste my steel!

-My body will feed the Earth Mother one day however, she will feast on yours by Morn!

-In my throes I have killed many a cowardly man and beast but you will be the prize of all prizes!

-These fools send their Handmaidens to battle?!
 
forget try it is time too die

end your life now face me in combat

everyman is judged by his death and I am here too pass sentance :twisted:

come pond scum lets dance :twisted:
 
you think you have enjured pain before but that was nothing too the masterclass you are about too reap

enter hell knowing you are not the last or the first
 
To a Falian: I have heard it said that you blacken your faces so your mothers do not recognize you when you creep upon them in the wee small hours.
(Cathal Breac calls his opponent a MOFO in Slaine style)
 
even your stench is weak
you smell like a cheap hooker does your mother know you wear her scent
come on half man lets divide your corpse to be even further
 
heres havoc on your head
go or I wont hesitate to apply my axe too your skull
my last blow gave you a headache this one will cure it
you will need repairing
 
you like my axe.......you can have it :twisted:
the door of battle will not save you when brainbiter knocks
I will knock the wind from out of your bagpipes
these wounds will make you wail
I will spare you if you kiss my.........feet
 
To her castle let us enrich our swords with deeds of violence
Aye they will swim in that cows blood
what about I stop your mouth with steel
Death will replace laughter in the air
 
enjoy your last show on earth old man
never underestimate a dwarf with a bellows spear and a warped sense of humor. :lol:
I will harvest your guts too decorate our feasthall.
oh look another victum,ho hum
 
my steel will make sure you never age another day
my blade has the taste for your blood and I have promised her more
let your death teach others the folly of facing me
 
-The Enemy Of My Enemy-Can Kiss My Axe Too!!
-A Simple Death for a Simple Man!
-Come forth and meet the pointy end of my Death Dealer!
-Eat Flint!
-The time for Jawing like an old woman is done. Time for you to meet the goddess!
-You are nothing more than a Fomorians Bitch!
 
Sure do! Heh! My problem is I would like to rub it in (in jest of course) even to go so far as to have the enemy insult them as they die and spit blood in the face of the players before they have a dirtnap.
 
in our campain the insults fly both ways and that is the bad guys and the npcs as well :twisted: cramps the dwarf had a mouth on him like a open sewer and he was the least rude in his huge famliy :twisted: but yes having the villian curse there blood as he disembowels a npc makes the rerenge all the sweeter one evil formorrian was buried alive for the death of kin its a very celtic way too both act and think :twisted:
 
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