Post by OGRenderence on Dec 22, 2006 23:13:42 GMT -5
Fear the Ice land!
Fear Death!
Fear Light!
And forever wander the Snow Lands!
Fight Death and Die!
Fight Light and Die!
The Les is the master of the Snow Lands!
The Des is the Destroyer of the Snow Lands!
FIGHT FOR THE LIGHT AND DRIVE THE INVADERS BACK!
FIGHT FOR DEATH AND CRUSH ALL IN YOUR PATH!
This is the Land of LVD!
All Paths lead to the Snow Lands!
Jargeth looked sadly at these words. They were always at the end of each, and every book that he had read here. The Academy of War, they called it. They, obviously, being the General. They were also any officer above the rank of Gun Master. Jargeth hated this place with all his heart. The constant war, explosions, blood, and screams filled every cell of his brain. Every time he slept that is. His father had let them take him two years ago. His father, Meertak, was an old fighter himself and had always hoped that his son would follow in his footsteps. His father couldn't be more wrong. Jargeth hated war. He hated it more then the death it caused. He would have continued to say that if the Des hadn't killed his family. The Des were all things vile to Jargeth. They killed all in their path. Old and young. Men and Women. All in the sake of their blood thirsty gods. He blinked away a tear as he thought of his mother's kind smile. His father's gruff laugh. And his little baby brother's small giggle. His eyes grew hard as he thought of what they probably looked like now. He pulled off his boots and lay on his bunk. Tonight might be a good dream.....
Like, love it, hate it, dispise it. All the same as you make it. I hope you liked the first part.
Fear Death!
Fear Light!
And forever wander the Snow Lands!
Fight Death and Die!
Fight Light and Die!
The Les is the master of the Snow Lands!
The Des is the Destroyer of the Snow Lands!
FIGHT FOR THE LIGHT AND DRIVE THE INVADERS BACK!
FIGHT FOR DEATH AND CRUSH ALL IN YOUR PATH!
This is the Land of LVD!
All Paths lead to the Snow Lands!
Jargeth looked sadly at these words. They were always at the end of each, and every book that he had read here. The Academy of War, they called it. They, obviously, being the General. They were also any officer above the rank of Gun Master. Jargeth hated this place with all his heart. The constant war, explosions, blood, and screams filled every cell of his brain. Every time he slept that is. His father had let them take him two years ago. His father, Meertak, was an old fighter himself and had always hoped that his son would follow in his footsteps. His father couldn't be more wrong. Jargeth hated war. He hated it more then the death it caused. He would have continued to say that if the Des hadn't killed his family. The Des were all things vile to Jargeth. They killed all in their path. Old and young. Men and Women. All in the sake of their blood thirsty gods. He blinked away a tear as he thought of his mother's kind smile. His father's gruff laugh. And his little baby brother's small giggle. His eyes grew hard as he thought of what they probably looked like now. He pulled off his boots and lay on his bunk. Tonight might be a good dream.....
Like, love it, hate it, dispise it. All the same as you make it. I hope you liked the first part.