ZacharyAxis

No mage is complete without his trusty staff. And no kobold is complete without a sack packed with stolen gold. That was the belief of people who inhabited the land of Kennelogik. Thousands of years in war with itself had not helped very much to destroy said prejudices and as more days elapsed, the land appeared to have lost hope in peace. Orc hordes ran through the grasslands and slaughtered those who didn't submit to Bogg; thievery of the most violent kind ran free among the good, making living a mere game of chance. One wise man, however, once told about the tale of Paranihus. It was a tome used in the War of the Minotaurs; its nature so

Gloomy night spook I can see where you lurk Come out and fight Or forever be in fright Skulking night gaunt I will rid us of your haunt With a bill hook to the foot The blade will cut as smooth Broody night hag I am tired of playing tag In full sprint of my zinc Down to earth be your brink

THIS IS A STORY OF A GUY WHO COULDN'T SEE ANYTHING BUT DEATH EVERYTIME HE WALKED SOMEWHERE ALL HE SAW WAS A SMILING SKELETON HOLDING A SPOOKY SCYTHE. THAT DAY HE WENT TO THE BAR AND THE BARTENDER WAS A SKELETON WITH A SOMBRERO AND ASKED "COMO ESTAS AMIGO" AND THE GUY RAN OFF SCREAMING BUT THE COPS AND AMBULANCES WERE SKELETONS TOO!!!! AND THE SCARIEST PART IS THE FACT THIS GUY WAS ACTUALLY U (OR LADY IF UR A GIRL) AND THAT YOU FORGOT ALL THAT HAPPEN REPLY TO THIS POST OR UR MOM WILL TURN INTO A SKEELTON DURING HER SLEEP.