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'Twas a cold and bitter night when a warrior, from northern lands Hair of blonde atop pate and face With a scowl and glint upon his eyes traversed the winter's fresh snow and entered the door to the Ethermyst Inn A chill fell from skull through spine for the door opened with a mighty crack and the barbarian seemed ill suited with naught but furs and leather to shield him from the icy wind As the mighty warrior strode into the inn, lit in candles and DSes many a fledgeling, still young and used to feasting on mare's milk felt terror's grip on their hearts for they saw him as a master of the lockers the foul prison where they had spend some time The silence was broken by a call Loud and hale was the voice of the most proud man of swole features when, approaching the bar, he ordered their most powerful brew a drink fermented in the honey made from the bees fed from Yggdrasil's dew, most sweet and left in barrels carved from the flesh of the world tree a drink which could fell Jörmungandr As drink was offered, thrice the barbarian struck his warhammer upon the floor, with boards creaking and protesting and thrice came the call, "for the Glory field Where death bays at the door and man is proven Let me fall with drink in belly and blade and shield in hand that I may fall a warrior not a tired old man or quivering pathetic nerd!" Truly the bar grew silent then for the warrior's boasts and calls were insults and barbs Sharper then the arrows of the Roman Cupid Which struck them so often Yet left them with naught but thoughts of ladders And so the warrior turned on the crowd With mug and weapon in hands and with sharpened grin spoke unto them "Greetings," for to the warrior impoliteness was death itself, as all know when Valkyries come the greatest of warriors are also those who have honor in heart
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I AM THE MOON posted:welcome spoke one of the smaller ones positioned to the left of the man who's muscles shone in candlelight and made those wielders of nintendos nervous and unsure of their sexuality "Hail, young one!" boomed the barbarian, and struck the lesser individual on the back so full of vim and vigor was he that when the new friend stumbled he noticed not and drank deep from his mug saluting the fallen nerd with empty vessel and ordered another of it's kind
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