shadowarcher said:*bump*
there you go thats less annoying
Monkeys_Uncle said:PC is working fine Myth!
Well apart from the 'old startup problem!
Once I get it started everything runs smoother than a you know what!
However, It's mi GCSE ICT coursework that has been stealing all mi free time of late, think I might have got it done now though and might even get some modding dome tomorrow!
Cheers,
Kazzan said:Good to see you again though. Myth, were you brother to Monkey Uncle?
lol, i hope not, maybe Uncles pc died again, i'm going to his house on Thursday so i will find out and report back, unless he sees this and decides to announce his survival, lolKillerDudeMan said:Wow, no posts in 11 days... did someone die?
Monkeys_Uncle said:I'm alive!!!!
and more importantly it's alive!!!!
For now, it should be going to Andy sometime soon so he can take a look at it, and determine its fate.
I've been struggling with getting a Uruk Sword model I made into the game, and that has been taking up most of my time lately!
I will give you guys another teaser release once I've made some more models, figured out how to get them in-game, and once Bioxx's map editor is done!
Cheers,
There were four goblin-soldiers of greater stature, swart, slant-eyed, with thick legs and large hands. They were armed with short broad-bladed swords, not with the curved scimitars usual with Orcs; and they had bows of yew, in length and shape like the bows of Men. Upon their shields they bore a strange device: a small white hand in the center of a black field; on the front of their iron helms was set a S-rune, wrought of some white metal.
It seemed that the Orcs had pressed on with all possible speed. Every now and again the pursuers found things that had been dropped or cast away: food-bags, the rinds and crusts of hard grey bread, a torn black cloak, a heavy iron-nailed shoe broken on the stones.
...they came to the eaves of the forest, and in an open glade among the first trees they found the place of the great burning: the ashes were still hot and smoking. Beside it was a great pile of helms and mail, cloven shields, and broken swords, bows and darts and other gears of war. Upon a stake in the middle was set a great goblin head; upon its shattered helm the white badge could still be seen.
Yet that probably saved his life, for Uglúk's followers leaped over him and cut down another with their broad-bladed swords. It was the yellow-fanged guard. His body fell right on top of Pippin, still clutching its long saw-edged knife.
For a staring moment the watchers on the walls saw all the space between them and the Dike lit with white light: it was boiling and crawling with black shapes, some squat and broad, some tall and grim, with high helms and sable shields.
The assailing hosts halted, foiled by the silent menace of the rock and wall. Ever and again the lightining tore aside the darkness. Then the Orcs screamed, waving spear and sword, and shooting a cloud of arrows at any that stood revealed upon the battlements...