Post by Mario the black knight on Dec 24, 2012 14:08:25 GMT -5
ugen argen ugen argen!
Let us first get a nice fire going in the fire place!
Ahh, much better, it's getting warmer in here already! You have to love the smell pixels produce when they burn. I'm in the mood already!
Now we shall gather together and tell tales of old, of orcs and goblins, of trolls and other beasts of the olden world long forgotten. Tales of a great warrior clad in red, who tonight shall ride again in his ancient pagen rite to bestow bounties to all in this dark time, when the sun has left us once again. In preparation, peasent and noble alike once again bring trees indoors and light them to protect them from the impending cold of the coming months, should the sun ne'er return. The lights keep the trees warm, as well as to inspire the red warrior to bring the message to the gods of agriculture to beckon back the sun for another year. In his quest, he brings bounties to those who have strived to keep the fight for justice and morality ongoing, as well as to punish the wicked, by not protecting them from his evil half brother, Krampus. Born from the union of a nordic woman and a demon, this beast does harm to the children of the world, and can only rise on the darkest, coldest nights of the year. The great red warrior sees all, and knows who is deserving of his sibling's wrath and who deserves to see another year, safe from his torture. It is tonight that once again, the warrior rides in his red emblazened chariot led by a train of powerful horned steeds, doing battle with the agents of darkness lead by Krampus. Aided by an ancient band of elves, he will shed the blood of many evil creatures, while spreading hope to those who need it most in this dark time.
May his ride be successful, and may many feast in his honor.
Let us first get a nice fire going in the fire place!
Ahh, much better, it's getting warmer in here already! You have to love the smell pixels produce when they burn. I'm in the mood already!
Now we shall gather together and tell tales of old, of orcs and goblins, of trolls and other beasts of the olden world long forgotten. Tales of a great warrior clad in red, who tonight shall ride again in his ancient pagen rite to bestow bounties to all in this dark time, when the sun has left us once again. In preparation, peasent and noble alike once again bring trees indoors and light them to protect them from the impending cold of the coming months, should the sun ne'er return. The lights keep the trees warm, as well as to inspire the red warrior to bring the message to the gods of agriculture to beckon back the sun for another year. In his quest, he brings bounties to those who have strived to keep the fight for justice and morality ongoing, as well as to punish the wicked, by not protecting them from his evil half brother, Krampus. Born from the union of a nordic woman and a demon, this beast does harm to the children of the world, and can only rise on the darkest, coldest nights of the year. The great red warrior sees all, and knows who is deserving of his sibling's wrath and who deserves to see another year, safe from his torture. It is tonight that once again, the warrior rides in his red emblazened chariot led by a train of powerful horned steeds, doing battle with the agents of darkness lead by Krampus. Aided by an ancient band of elves, he will shed the blood of many evil creatures, while spreading hope to those who need it most in this dark time.
May his ride be successful, and may many feast in his honor.
