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       "Psst!  Gryzzlit!  Duck, you big-eared ninkleberry!"       The goblin in question flopped to the dirt like a bag of potatoes just as the “Silvers” came abreast of the stack of barrels he had been standing behind, looking like nothing so much as a pile of rags beneath the warped boards of the chandlery he and Sticklegs called home.  The girl was laid out on a stack of crates that she had arranged in a step pattern, with the higher step to the street.  From the lower boxes, she could sit up and watch for potential marks and drop to her back in an instant whenever the Silvers came in view.  He had been just pulled a recalcitr

"Attenshun!" Kaptin Sligzat looked up and down his squad of Stormboyz. The young Orks looked immaculate in their black uniforms, with their boots shined spotlessly and their spiked helmets well oiled. "Very gud, very nice," Sligzat growled, as he continued his inspection. "Right, ladz. Time fur some square bashin!" the kaptin barked. "Time for some marchin up and down the block. Get to it!" At his command, the young Stormboyz began marching. "Lef right! Lef right!" shouted Sligzat. Sligzat remembered well when he had been a young recruit to the Stormboy Korps. He had been overawed by the fab uniforms that the Korps wore. Not only that,

There are countless creatures in the world so unrefined and unintelligent that it urges my anger in the search to wipe them all and make this my world a better place. From orcs to some giantkin, goblins and all goblinkin. They are despicable creatures who make their homes upon sacred lore “di mondi arcani” that I desperately try to find, learn and preserve. Dwarves, for all their genius in enchanting the stone around them, are quite the annoying creatures as well, coveting precious minerals and hording them; precious resources for powerful magics and the discovery of new lore. They are loud, smelly, reckless, impulsive, hating a s

I danced on the stairs leading to the top Tango melody playing in my soul and ears Spun on the edge of the railing And I kissed the wind... The first breath And the last exhale I looked up And I closed my eyes firmly For the last time I felt this pain… And I drowned out the music with my scream… Fire danced with me Heat burned my pain away Wailing with me Angry, hurt, devouring Burst with pieces of gas containers Moaned to fracture the rocks Hissed the words unspoken Bent on destroying everything in our path And I danced in the flames... Hit my last stroke of the castanets... Steel heels hit the floor Rustling

Sign of faith, for never losing it. Sign of cat, for lost things to be found. Sign of music, for it is the life. Sign of fearlessness, grinning skull to mock the world's rules. Sign of secrets, for I hold their keys. Sign of simple rose, for all that is dearest and will pass away.

And the clouds hid the Moon... Wailing of the winds called out on the plains... The mourning become a feast A retribution for suffered loss The voices arise A child is given sanctuary Paid for with blood and celestial fury The Lust saluted To the Queen who spread the fear In whose shadow towers will surrender...

Cry of the Wolf Lina smiled as she sat down in her throne and rested a hand upon an aged book. Bound in deep crimson leather, it had a wolf's paw print gemstone in the middle and sighing, she slowly opened it and began to read to any who would listen. "Shimmering, showering Falling like rain Fountains of life Awaken again. Turning and turning This circle of friends One world, one home Begins where it ends. Gleaming, streaming Star shining bright Color the land With your blanket of light. Hours to days Morning to night Everything blooms When their time is right. Wings all a-flutter Trees bend and sway The whistle of wind Brings new life

They met under the midnight moon Drawing together in the dark Scowls were thrown and black smiles together As attire shifted with the sinking air And blades grew hungry in the night Spittle lined lips and was flung to the earth Sweat waited on poised limb Before battle was to be done Blade upon blade and flesh struck flesh Finality yawned closer, though lingered just beyond As together they rolled on the satin of mud Coated in muck and fell residue The struggle went on to tire and draw exhaustion Until they fall apart Destroyed Longing for completeness in slumber