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FALLOUTGOD
Wandering Hero
Member # 94
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posted June 13, 2003 17:45
not really scotty, you have to be both, such as say you needed to write a story it have to be colorful yet professional and suchheres an example excuse my spelling and slight writing dyslexia Ragnor tread slowly across the crystal white expanse of the tundra, his mind set on the mountains ahead. Frost bit at his eyes through his helmet visor forcing him to squint in order to see through the snow storm. Glad that he had his armor inlaid with fur he pushed against the wind which seemed to push him only farther away. The mountains loomed ahead with a dark aura of doom for those who dare to take their jagged and winding paths. Almost no man dared walk the expanse of the snowy plain alone, for fear of a numbing death and an icy grave. He held no fear of this as he was no ordnary man but a warrior of the great Harayshian kingdom. The blood of many waring generations pumped through his thick veins as he pushed through the knee deep snow. Black and leafless trees stood about him as he neared the mountain passes. The branches scraped against his armour plating and tore at his belowing cape, he tugged it up around himself and pushed on with even more determanation as he neared the thicker part of the woods. The wind still pushed him back but not as furiously as before, he knew he had to find a place to rest though. Dark clouds began to swallow up all the light that was left in the gloomy sky and howling could be heard from all directions, some distant, some closer. The snow had seeped into his boots and his legs and feet were going numb from the cold. Ragnor saw a distant cave on the mountain side and needed no formal invitation at this moment as he only wanted to save his hide from the worgs and the bitting cold of the stormy night to come. He grabbed all the dry wood he could find and some dryed out grass from from around a frozen stream not far from the cave. Giving a big sigh of relief he lit a torch he grabed from a leather carrying bag on his belt and walked into the dark cave. The sun had been washed out from the sky and thunder struck all about the dark expanse of the night. As Ragnor built his fire in the cave and examined its small interior he felt something like a warning. Howling, that was just a while ago drowned out by the wind outside the cave, was getting louder and closer. Knowing by the largnes of the cave and the amount of bones in one corner this was not an ordinary pack of wolves. He drew his longsword out from its sheath, the dark adamantite gleaming in the fire light, its razor sharp edges a promise of death to all those who dare face Ragnor. Smirking at his luck he guessed he would not have an easy time claiming this cave for himself. Fearless and determined he stood his ground awaiting the onslught to come. Eyes gleaming like fire, muscles tensed and strained for the sake of controling the rage building withing him. Trained to be a bloody thirsy demon and a sinister feind he was no easy opponent to defeat. He was rage filled and angry past the human limits of the emotion and he was trained to control it. A diciplined warrior whos art is the inner rage that we all try to hide because of the fear that we can not control it. Knowing from birth that we can all feel so angry we fear what we may do, yet he never tried to hide it or fear it. Ragnor learned to control it, fighting with fury only asociated with the denzines of hell, becoming the most feared warroir in the reagion. He has torn off mens limbs with ease when angerd and only being of avrage build no one suspected him to be cable of such things. Ragnor was the last heir of the harayshian royal blood line, a leniage know for it's great conquests and vitorys long ago. Yet the kingdom fell and no beast or man was going to stand in his way of rebuilding his ancestors dreams. -------------------- xcuse me while i kill my self
blow my brain across the wall
fuck you all, how do you do
fuck me? fuck you too
and now i end this all xcuse me while...... i kill my seeeeeeeeeeeeeelf
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