greekguy
Missed the Boat
ok, i posted them in the public forum. wonder if the Galls are gonna heed our warning. 

And so the fatal trumpet sounded, the warning of the renewed attack, summoning the warriors
to the fatal battlefield, to die for the name of honored TNT, living on through the memory
of past glory, and present honor in those few remnants.
The scouts had come back, telling of the crowds of foes tramping down roads that had once
held the sacred ceremonies held in the name of Meleet, thousands of thousands it was said by
grim faces.
The hearts of the Traditori remained steady, knowing what must be done. Time and time again,
the multitudes of the enemy was thrown back, but through the crash of the trebuchets and
fierce ringing of swords cries came forth in mourning of the many who never came back.
The voice of the scribe came forth in hushed palace, telling of what he had been told.
"We must defend to the death, all but a few" He carefully instructed. "Through death, the
name of TNT, and that of Hallowed Meleet, will be held in high honor. But some must survive.
There must be someone to tell of what has happened here, to remind future peoples what has
occurred here, but even more so, that though incredible hardship, and even more incredible
loss, the name of Meleet must, and will be, fulfilled. So it was told, and so it shall be
done."
So the horn kept sounding, summoning warriors to what very well might be their final battle,
and for a small period of time, they survived. The ground around Dancing Banana was filled
with the combined blood of TNT, Nutter, and Kissian.
Then the fatal horn sounded, bringing the Immortals out to their final battle.
But a few were left, as was foretold, to go forth, to remind the nations of honor of TNT.
Immortal they were in name, Immortal they shall be in our hearts.
-TNT-