So epic, so fantastical. Sheesh.
Bear witness, friends, as I sing to you the story of a place long scattered to the wind of time like ashes of a dying and forgotten fire, lost to the memory of mortal men born to breed and destined to die. A place that thrived long before the First and Foremost baptised the Ancient World with an ocean of bitter ice and molded it anew in relentless fire. A place where servants of the Burning Three sprouted in the black night to feed hate to the living world as a warden feeds his hungry captives with scraps to make them ever yearn for more. A place where men lived amongst the dryads, nymphs, elfkin, and dwarves; where angry giants roamed freely over mighty granite ranges and sparred against the galant centaur and its cousin the satyr; where gods and angels who live as long as faith provides played games with the fortunes of all men.
This is the story I shall sing, of the Anointed that changed the face of things that ever were and ever will be, and perhaps after you have heard it all you will sing as I have, and they will live again.
Isn't he weird? :P Writing r0x 4 evuh!
In other news, I may have a job soon! Three cheers!
This is the story I shall sing, of the Anointed that changed the face of things that ever were and ever will be, and perhaps after you have heard it all you will sing as I have, and they will live again.
Isn't he weird? :P Writing r0x 4 evuh!
In other news, I may have a job soon! Three cheers!