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Once: My hero Tue Nov 16 15:46:58 2004 To: all With no disrespect to Myla's sweet offering to Dragan here is another version of a hero. The warrior gripes her sword awaiting the horde of unholy masses to descend upon her pink flesh. Her sword clangs off rusted armor and bent shield but often it cleaves the rotten flesh of the advancing undead. While more rabid ghouls and specters raze at the warrior's Elven body, her battle cry goes unheeded in the large tomb of forgotten heroes. The disparate wails for peace are cast aside like bits of token magic as the undead regenerate their immortal sins and continue to devour her soul. She ravages onward to destroy them. They march onward without thought of life, death or consquences. Not evil, but unholy in appearance and action. This brave Elven woman, without a creed or alignment prejudice stands alone to fight against the oncoming horde. Until her arm is weary and her body beaten and bloody, she champions against the godless host for the survival of the many. My hero championed the many, sacrificed the usual words, and above all, kept the commandments of Tynian's holy word. She was and is the Keeper of Balance. Once Uponatyme Lesser Bardess of the Realm. *****Arianas: My Hero. Tue Nov 16 17:25:37 2004 To: all He sits in Dwarvenhold, amongst the rats and mold His one desire, is my pair of pliers I lend him mine, he uncorks some wine I shake my head, so he grabs a red barrel from the back, I produce some jack and take what's mine, and now I think it's time I says I come here alot, why don't you gimme a slot on your tab, dad Churg begins to smirk, and so I jerk out my knife, and take his life and then, after a couple of swallows, i begin to wallow in my self pity, how I hate this city! Then I realise, this is just a guise in my mind it clicks, it will only be a couple ticks until Churg comes back, to take my stack How I love you Churg! your the best I could expect from my old man!!! ***** Click here to return to timeline |