WrongHandedGuy

Valhalla Magic Word: gnar Wafts of fresh mead fill the halls As the warriors rest and eat Prepared at all times for when the horn calls To set out for battle, more tales and grand feats! The warriors gnarred with rage As their foes swung their sturdy swords No fear of death, no need to gauge How mighty was the fallen Nord. Lady Luck's Laps Magic Word: blubber Life is Roulette. People blubber over blanks. People often bite the bullet. Despite working harder than the blank bearer. Lady Luck's Laps Love and Lash unequally. Under the day She calls our hand. Pokemon-Baby Steps Magic Word: sussurate The leaves sussurated with

  Year of the Leviathan, 1204. The Prax Imperial Army is preparing for an assault on the trolls of Ig-Ludur. Inside the camp of the main force, a man in a dark purple cowl enters the tents, with a grimaced look to match his outfit. “For such a good guy, you certainly don’t follow protocol very well, Damyl. If you’re not up in the next 10 seconds, you’ll lose your breaks for a week!” Damyl lazily cracked an eye open and gazed at his commanding officer before slowly reaching for his shoulder pads. He reached for his breastplate before a sharp pain exploded from his hind end. He turned around to see his CO with a fi