THE UNTAMED CLAN
Lord Angus Stood proud on the stone platform, holding his halberd in one hand and beautiful Maya's head in his other hand. Maya was indeed beautiful and just as deadly. It was obvious from from her state of simi-nudity that she carried no weapon but what was not obvious was the tiny red beads of poison embedded in what clothing she did wear. One drop in food or drink and any enemy was worm food.
Bardok the Red was a true barbarian. In a fight he was a wonder to behold. Very few could keep up with him in a battle except maybe Finna. With her long, raven haired braids she was a match for almost any man. With a sword she could keep up with even Bardok, trading speed against his pure, brute strength. Not a woman to tamper with. You could easily end up very dead.
Tor, while not of the greater stature of either Angus or Bardok he was none the less a hard man to be reckoned with. With his wooden staff he was lightning personified. A whirling blur of pain-making offensive skills. Sporting a full bounty of facial hair and a moustache, finely waxed at the tips, none would have supposed he was a vanguard of a finely tuned fighting force. Then again, they would be just as dead lacking that knowledge if they made the mistake of challenging Tor or any of the tight knit clan of fighters.
Last, but certainly not least, was Loradicea, Sister to Boudicea, the Mighty female war chieftain of the Western Isles. Though not having the huge physical size of her sister, she was a killer born. Though not Tor's mate, she spent most of her time fighting or drinking alongside her bushy bearded friend. She always kept a poisoned dagger close or the many poisoned darts hidden in various parts of her clothing and hair, for any person stupid enough to anger her in her usual volatile moods. Only Tor could ease her anger once it was aroused.
Together they were almost unbeatable in a fight. They deserved their name the Northern clans called them by. The Clan of the Untamed Ones.by genefleeman, member since Aug 1, 2004
VALDAMET'S AREA- SINGING TO THE DRAGON
Standing in the cool, night air Gweldolynne felt invigorated. It was a great honor that had been bestowed upon her this night. Not every singer in the clan was allowed to sing the sacred songs to one such as this. Only one chosen by the elders was allowed to do so and she must have mastered the song and have the voice of an Angel to match. Both of these features were combined within Gwendolynne.
As she stood in front of the great Dragon and sang the Area the dragon awoke from his sleep and at very first glimpse knew it was the time of the Awakening. Here, once more, after centuries asleep, the Song Maiden was singing the Magical song that wrests him from his long slumber. Once more he was needed and once more he would serve the bond he had made with this tribe of Man. The song was called “Valdamet’s Area” and it was old when he was a hatchling. His ancestor had taught the Children of Man this song and it was all that could wake a Dragon from his heavy slumber. She sang it so well….
by genefleeman, member since Aug 1, 2004
BEAUTIFUL IN HORNS BY GENEFL
Gemma loved being at the Temple of the Flames. The color at the Temple was a warm, orangish red and made her feel relaxed like she did around the campfires of her youth.
Many of the folk that she knew well came here for the very same reasons she did. Not 2 minutes ago she had ran into Belmer, an old boyfriend, and he had told her she was still lovely and had commented that she looked beautiful in her horns. She had been charmed by his presence and noticed that he had gone from that smooth skinned boy she had known so long ago to a very handsome and healthy looking man.
She really missed the old days. by genefleeman, member since Aug 1, 2004
OLD TOWN AFTER MIDNIGHT
by genefleeman, member since Aug 1, 2004.
Jhonny con Marina se la spassa in moto ignaro che Sabrina sul monopattino ha visto tutto....ahahahah ora sono cavoli amari per Jhonny....
MY TWO LOVES
by genefleeman, member since Aug 1, 2004
Non fraintendetemi , io amo la mia vecchia Signora. Si è presa cura di me tra gli alti e bassi, quando il resto del mondo mi voltò le spalle, lei, sempre lei era lì a confortarmi. Lei non è gelosa, non come fanno mogli e i loro mariti. Lei lo sa chi è il mio amore. Tutto quello che si aspetta da me è l'olio buono, un serbatoio pieno di benzina, buone gomme, e guidare lei e mostrarle tutto il mondo intero. Io, il vento ed il suo rombo inconfondibile...ti amo moto.
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