Prose of the armorySWORDProse of the armory
I am sword, symbol of heroes, hope and nobility.
I am starter and ender of wars, I am eloquence and terrible beauty. I am sword
I am assistance when in need, I am cruel malice in armoured skin. I am sword
Use me as weapon or flag. I am sword
Some say I am weaker than the pen but I am sword, if there were no wars by my blade the pens would all be asleep. I am sword.
AXE
I am axe. I am symbol of brutality and industry
I am the tool of the clever and barbarous and cannot be classified
I topple enemies and mighty oaks, I am t
Garthox actuall story begininGlory is in death for honor... Glory is in destruction without recourse... Glory is ment only for those with strength...Garthox actuall story beginin
Strength is glory and through strength we bring Glory to the horde.
That's what my father told me on the hottest day of our summer harvest. I was tired beyond measure, hungry and without the will to continue in my harsh labour. I had been without proper food in weeks and hadn't spent a single day since the warm months began without physical punishment. The harsh ground of our homeland was unforgiving to my tender feet and left me cuts destined for infection in the red clay where we need
Garthox BoorahName: Garthox BoorahGarthox Boorah
Sex: Male
Age: 50-60 Human years 27 by orc standards.
Race:Orc. The orcish race spawned from the very spirit of combat itself. Thier culture and indeed the species developed to match this origon. They stand tall above most races (excluding the elves) and are known for thier frightening physicality which includes savagley pronounced lower canines and body types which are so fantastic in nature and variation that the orcs seem more like works of imagination than natural biology. Most males stand straight at 6'1 but are forced into a hunch by thier knotted back and shoulder muscles. Cer
Carnival promises"Carnival Promises"Carnival promises
We're going to the carnival today. The way mother and father made such a fuss, I expected a big gate, judging people by thier niceties to let them through. When we arrived there was an unwashed gypsy man sitting on a lawnchair between two trash-cans. His one milky eye followed me even after we had passed him. Mother and father talked about all of the wonderful games to play, of how I would win so many lovely prizes. They gave me six dollars to play with and I was done in five minutes; I didn't even get close to winning the big stuffed elephant I wanted.
I was about to cry, but mother and fa
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There's a dragon in mah toaster...and he won't give me my toast.
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