REIGN

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

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

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

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Jhonny con Marina se la spassa in moto ignaro che Sabrina sul monopattino ha visto tutto....ahahahah ora sono cavoli amari per Jhonny....

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.

Junior leaned over toward Gene and asked whether they should go home or to the Clubhouse. Gene replied that if they wanted to rest after this last run then home was the place. If they went to the Clubhouse all that would happen is that a big party would start up, everyone would get drunk and tomorrow they would be so hungover they would never be able to go back to work.

The M.C. owned a motorcycle shop that sold not only new and chopped bikes but parts and repairs as well. All of the members were expected to put in work. Gene said he thought they should all go to their homes and get a good nights sleep so they would be fresh and ready to go back to work. Junior agreed. He knew Marlie was tired as well. Two more intersections and he would cut off toward home. Yeah, he was tired and looked forward to sleep.

Marlie tried to pass him a joint but he refused it. As tired as he was he might just fall over and he didn't want to show up tomorrow for work covered with road rash, let alone scar up his putt ..... OR Marlie for that matter !by genefleeman, member since Aug 1, 2004

Margo had decided that this was a good day to stop in at "Chez Marcel" for a glass of wine. The sun was shining and there was a small but warm breeze in the air making the trees rustle gently. She had taken a seat outside and finally the waiter came over and asked if she wanted to see the wine list. Just what she had in mind. A couple of glasses of wine would smooth the day out just perfect.

Gaspar had brought the wine list and presented it to this beautiful lady and she had chosen a medium quality wine. He had tried to suggest a better vintage of a wine from a quality vintner but she had insisted so he went and brought her what she had asked for. When he arrived with her bottle of wine she was waiting with her glass and waiting for him to pour. No accounting for tasted.

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by genefleeman, member since Aug 1, 2004

Ciao io sono Minnow Tarn il delfino.....sapete sono stato io a far conoscere a Dropus il tritone la sirena Finny, ora sono felicemente innamorati....ciao!!

by genefleeman, member since Aug 1, 2004

Zolena amava tutte le creature del mare.

Dardo la piccola tartaruga amica di Zolena, erano come due fratelli.

by mikemusike, member since Sep 6, 2006