Hope you enjoy the conclusion, I've had a lot of fun doing this battle and am likely to do more in the future. Muff' said, lets get going.
Turn Roll order
New Romans (NPC):6
Agent 69 (Bisbeedog):5
Space Mafia (motorhead fan):3
New Romans (NPC)
The Engineer while the hammer through the air with anger lacing his blow, and surprisingly, he manages to take down Agent 69. But is he really dead?
The Legionnaire inside the truck climbs up and decimates the old man, then he moves over onto the parapet.
This Legionnaire advances and fires at the Mechanic peasant but misses.
The Mechanic isn't so lucky with the Legionnaire on the ground below.
Once he has killed him, the Legionnaire moves over to the horse.
With some difficulty, he mounts the creature (don't take this out off context. Please).
Agent 69 (Bisbeedog)
Rasping for air, the agent manages to raise a hand to his communicator.
Agent 69: This is 69, emergency pickup required, I repeat, emergency.
Ma'am: Very well A chopper is on its way.
With a final grim smile, Agent 69 falls unconscious.
Space Mafia (motorhead fan)
The last remaining mafia member stops and thinks for a moment. It is up to him to carry the Mob to victory. But how?
What would his Papa Mario do? What would Mario do...
He leaps through the air towards the catapult crew, legs outreached-
-to land on the woman peasant's head, to the horror of her onlooking children. Straightening, he wipes a tear from his eye.
White-hat[: 'sniff' Just like Papa used to do...
Stomping angrily over to a nearby corpse, the Peasant boy picks up an axe and spears the Mafia member on the end.
Peasant boy: You are vewy mean and dats what meanies get for jumping on mummy!
Using the extra weight of their armour, Molly shoves the other Legionnaire off of the wall.
He lands with a splat on the growing mound of bodies below.
Legionnaire: It seems that the assault upon the fort has been proven unsuccessful. Thus it is my duty to report this to our holiness the Emperor. Vengeance will be swift and vicious! I might even get a medal for bravery if I suck up enough.
With that, he exits the scene, trailed desperately by the sprinting Engineer.
With a whirl of wind, the helicopter arrives, lowering a rope for the Agent to cling on to.
Pilot: Ma'am, it appears he is unresponsive!
Ma'am: Initiate the emergency umbilical cord scalp manoeuvre then! Just get on with it ,i have other things to do.
Twitching slightly, the cord snaps onto the exposed stud of Agent 69's forehead.
Pilot: We have him! Returning now Ma'am.
The chopper rises quickly and is soon out of sight, Agent 69 tangling behind like a good-luck charm.
Peasant girl: Aha! You're our pwisoner now!
Legionnaire: Alright seems fair.
Molly Hatchet: Monsieur Tombeteau, it appears we have visitors.
Pierre: Visitors? At this time in the morning?
???:Good grief what happened here?
Guard: Stay behind me Madame, the fort could be held by the enemy.
Pierre: Ah, Madame Fortes! You Agave arrived to late, but at least you have arrived.
Madame Fortes:Yes Pierre, and the rest of the resistance is just behind us. We only scouted ahead to see if you were still alive, or whether the whole fort was now Roman territory.
Pierre: Unfortunately Captain Jaques was killed in battle, with many of our people. But there is one thing that I know that could make this day a little better.
Madame Forte: Whats that?
Pierre: Care for a glass of champagne?
New Romans (NPC): DEFEAT
Space Mafia (motorhead fan): DEFEAT (but admittedly it was quite an unbalanced objective so you did well)
Agent 69 (Bisbeedog):MINOR VICTORY
Thank y'all for playing, it has been a pleasure to host, i am sure to host a battle again soon. Thank you fro your co-operation and have a great Boxing Day.