Cry, Half-Orc, and Let Slip the Dogs of War - Varga - 01/02
Feb 5, 2022 12:20:36 GMT
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Post by Varga on Feb 5, 2022 12:20:36 GMT
The Glorious Tale of Varga of Crushin' Boulders Clan, Champion of Gruumsh, and the Almost Slaying but Eventually Teleporting a Dragon to Acheron to Make the Eternal Battle More Awesome
There was a dragon in Ysgard,
Whose hide was incredibly hard.
But then Varga and friends
Cut it up on both ends
And the dragon was shipped from Ysgard.
On a horse that looked dead,
Varga charged on ahead;
Cloak and helm that would make tarrasques flee.
And both horse and her flail
Seemed to tell the same tale:
Sometimes better to 'look' than to 'be'.
Dragon's day just turned bad
As she jumped on its head,
Varga took out its eye with her flail.
And the axe in her hand
Dominator's, on brand,
At the dragon it hit like a nail.
From the bushes nearby
Golden apples did fly
As Celina was joining the fray.
With a rapier so sharp
It'd be silly to harp
At her tactics of keeping away.
Dragon, crimson and huge,
Spat its flames like deluge
From its roar fear to everyone clings.
But Oziah was there
Making sure that scare
Came from her, not some lizard with wings.
Little Kelne flew in
Like a rock from a sling
Four of them, to be perfectly clear.
They hit dragon with stuff
And although it was rough,
They not once have succumbed to their fear.
Toothy, handsome and strong
Flexed his pecs on the lawn
By the beast neither shaken, nor stirred.
He hit dragon with Hew
Till its blood flowed like goo
And his sweater was singed, but not burned.
Varga's parents were near
Lending hand, sword and spear
And some music to go with the fight.
Nukk hit dragon two times
While Gerthrude played her chimes
And their girl made them both very proud.
As the dragon was felled
By an axe it was held
And by cherubs, to keep it at bay.
It was portalled away
To in turn join the fray
With Nukk's clan, for Bahgtru,
For it's said, and it's true,
That the Battle on Acheron lasts to this day.
Composed by Cleaver, the Spawn of the Hollow Spine Clan, co-owner of CHAOS.
There was a dragon in Ysgard,
Whose hide was incredibly hard.
But then Varga and friends
Cut it up on both ends
And the dragon was shipped from Ysgard.
On a horse that looked dead,
Varga charged on ahead;
Cloak and helm that would make tarrasques flee.
And both horse and her flail
Seemed to tell the same tale:
Sometimes better to 'look' than to 'be'.
Dragon's day just turned bad
As she jumped on its head,
Varga took out its eye with her flail.
And the axe in her hand
Dominator's, on brand,
At the dragon it hit like a nail.
From the bushes nearby
Golden apples did fly
As Celina was joining the fray.
With a rapier so sharp
It'd be silly to harp
At her tactics of keeping away.
Dragon, crimson and huge,
Spat its flames like deluge
From its roar fear to everyone clings.
But Oziah was there
Making sure that scare
Came from her, not some lizard with wings.
Little Kelne flew in
Like a rock from a sling
Four of them, to be perfectly clear.
They hit dragon with stuff
And although it was rough,
They not once have succumbed to their fear.
Toothy, handsome and strong
Flexed his pecs on the lawn
By the beast neither shaken, nor stirred.
He hit dragon with Hew
Till its blood flowed like goo
And his sweater was singed, but not burned.
Varga's parents were near
Lending hand, sword and spear
And some music to go with the fight.
Nukk hit dragon two times
While Gerthrude played her chimes
And their girl made them both very proud.
As the dragon was felled
By an axe it was held
And by cherubs, to keep it at bay.
It was portalled away
To in turn join the fray
With Nukk's clan, for Bahgtru,
For it's said, and it's true,
That the Battle on Acheron lasts to this day.
