In the aphonic darkness of sparsely settled Hydrogen,
A small bright speck flew on a popular lane,
Little did he know that this route he took here and again,
was about run deep red as his enemies attacked his train.
Kilroy the Fervid was in trouble deep,
He'd attracted the eye of three Huegenot's that cheat,
he ran for his life calling for help,
until finally someone worthy heard his yelp.
Ryu the Watcher blew his loud horn,
an effort to which his brothers he'd warn.
The Hall of the Aesir emptied when they heard,
and prepared themselves for battle at his word.
Kolnatt the Iosvartr of this war party took command,
His own Western Flame, the Anduril he manned,
With Gezza Death-Hugger his forces met,
Their two ships pushed onwards - victory a safe bet.
Also Sigtryggr the Lucky in phantom's disguise,
With Vtec the Sturdy and Kiggles headed for enemy skies,
The chase ensued the bait was led,
they planned a path to catch the head.
The recreant Huegenot's ran until backed against the wall,
Kolnatt yelled" fire until either we or the enemies fall",
The Flame of the West led the Charge,
Taking the brunt of it was this beloved barge.
The Heiigran Empire well versed in the art black,
Called upon the chaos of Loki to aid their back,
A babel haze against the Iosvartr they would send,
that would slow his responses and spell his end.
Surrounded by the craven's skulduggery agress,
The Dark-Horse prepared for death to address,
The eye of Valhalla he earned in his death throw,
For next to his raptured spirit flew Odin's crow.
Reborn again an Einherjar true,
the cast shadow of Odin rapidly grew,
until the manifestation of Loki flew,
And Kolnatt given leave to attack anew.
The Western Fire blazed once more,
When Kolnatt entered battle as he had before,
With out the vile enchantment to slow him down,
Death to the enemies was quickly found.
The Peace of space ripped asunder,
by mans vicious techno-thunder,
twisted steel and broken hulls,
explosions and escaping souls,
the battle met at the edge of space,
the shining deathless metallic face,
flying matter and cockpits burn,
of mans machines fighting to return.
The breathless moment of battle passes,
the victors forged into lore,
to be remembered by the watching masses,
To be recited forever more.
-Wylf the Skald
[center]Skald of WA
[SF]Just_Josh,Jun 18 2006, 02:46 AM Wrote:Wylf, will u STFU, its getting anoying how u post like that, we are not all poets and dont care much about it, so if u talk normal english, i think peeps might listen to ya
My Backpacks Got Jets,Jul 21 2006, 11:59 PM Wrote:WHY AM I MISSING ALL THE BATTLES. >:(
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lol i would of liked to be there as well :)
Elder Alexander Cross Wrote:Darkness is a friend, an ally. Darkness allows us to understand others, to see what they value when they believe no one else is looking. It allows us to be honest with ourselves, to express those values that we would disavow in the light. The light blinds us. It is only in the dark that we see clearly, and there is a great dark hidden among these worlds
Excellent my poet friend, Odin himself may bless you!
OOC: "techno-thunder" interresting choice of words... :laugh:
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor
(If you find any mistake in my English, please let me know via a PM)
(Really, I speak terrible English, so please, tell me if I make mistakes. I'd like to improve it a bit )
Well Dab I missed it and on the AW v ThE bit I helped in my freelancer/pirate char once when we took them on. :)
Kiggles :laugh:
Anyway sorry if that was a bit of topic.
I've been mildly miffed by one-shot weapons since their implementation, oh so long ago. I remember the days when fights were a matter of who could aim better, rather than who could aim a single shot. - Virus