by Renee » November 15th, 2019, 10:12 pm
Blue Frost wrote: ↑November 15th, 2019, 5:48 pm
Renee wrote: ↑November 15th, 2019, 4:54 pm
Blue Frost wrote: ↑November 15th, 2019, 2:56 pm
I knew a few, and still know one, maybe I can hook him up.
One was quite the Humanoid from the deep, she was quite the wrestler.
then we had Skelawhore at work, but he isn't into just bones with a skin wrap.
Go ahead....hook him up....
Give Grendel something to gnaw on so he leaves the village livestock alone...
So, Odi is a son of Cain,
Just watch out hurting him, moms a tough one if you hurt little Odi.
Mid the battle-gear saw he a blade triumphant,
old-sword of Eotens, with edge of proof,
warriors' heirloom, weapon unmatched,
-- save only 'twas more than other men
to bandy-of-battle could bear at all --
as the giants had wrought it, ready and keen.
Seized then its chain-hilt the Scyldings' chieftain,
bold and battle-grim, brandished the sword,
reckless of life, and so wrathfully smote
that it gripped her neck and grasped her hard,
her bone-rings breaking: the blade pierced through
that fated-one's flesh: to floor she sank....
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I knew a few, and still know one, maybe I can hook him up.
One was quite the Humanoid from the deep, she was quite the wrestler. :teehe: then we had Skelawhore at work, but he isn't into just bones with a skin wrap.
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Go ahead....hook him up.... :thumbsup:
Give Grendel something to gnaw on so he leaves the village livestock alone... :laugh:
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So, Odi is a son of Cain, :think:
Just watch out hurting him, moms a tough one if you hurt little Odi.
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Mid the battle-gear saw he a blade triumphant,
old-sword of Eotens, with edge of proof,
warriors' heirloom, weapon unmatched,
-- save only 'twas more than other men
to bandy-of-battle could bear at all --
as the giants had wrought it, ready and keen.
Seized then its chain-hilt the Scyldings' chieftain,
bold and battle-grim, brandished the sword,
reckless of life, and so wrathfully smote
that it gripped her neck and grasped her hard,
her bone-rings breaking: the blade pierced through
that fated-one's flesh: to floor she sank.... :thumbsup: