On top of a small stone fort on one side of a box canyon in the middle of nowhere, two guys stood. One was a human ranger with a bow, identified by an orange Bandana around his mouth. The other was an elf mage in maroon robes. "hey." The mage said.
"Yeah?" the ranger asked.
"You ever wonder why we're here?" the mage asked.
"You should know. You're a mage that weaves the very fabric of life into pure destructive energy. I'm just a simple guy from the forest that only knows what I taught myself." The ranger replied.
"What?" the mage exclaimed. "I mean why are we out here in this canyon."
"Oh yeah... right."
"What was all that stuff about?"
"Nothing."
"but seriously, why are we out here? as far as I can tell this is just a box canyon in the middle of nowhere with no strategic or economic value and the only way in or out is being dropped off or picked up by something that can fly or teleportation. the only reason we set up a blood fort here is because they set up a mana fort over there. And the only reason they set up a mana fort over there is because we set up a blood fort over here."
"That's because we're fighting."
"No, I mean if we were to teleport out right now they would have two forts in a box canyon. Whoopty dragon fucking doo."
"What's up with that anyway? I signed up to fight goblins, orks, and the undead. next thing I know the chosen hero destroys their leader and they go underground, and now I'm fighting mana guys."
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up on a cliff above the blood base stood two mana soldiers. One was a half-elf scout with a sniper crossbow identified by a cobalt band wrapped around his arm and the other was a human basic unit with no special weapons identified by a teal headband. The one with the teal headband asked "what are they doing now?"
"What?" the scout replied.
"I asked what are they doing now?"
"I'm getting sick and tired from answering that question. They're just standing there and talking. That's all they ever do, just stand there and talk."
"What are they talking about?"
"Go eat goblin balls."
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"Talk about a waste of resources. We should be mounting expeditions to find new peoples that we can go to war with, not these damn mana guys." The ranger said.
"That's why we should be kings." The mage replied.
They were interrupted when a half-ork berserker identified by the blood spattered dragon skull he wore as a helmet. "wenches front and center on the double!"
"yes sir!" the mage and the ranger replied.