Amateur Hour

When Thjornig Redmane touched his axe A vision passed before his eyes. He saw not how, nor when, nor why, But he knew that he ...

Their throats will crack, the crows will feast in paean to our kindly beast. We'll make them crawl, we'll make them sing...

Hiding in the dank and mold or perched up in the mountain's fold... I'll find those creatures folk call great and glad...

Brinnae the Goad once looked at a toad And asked "What did god purpose for this?" She spat on the toad and then onward...

Been pushing around some putty again lately, and sitting there as I do with a bunch of extra because I can't seem to judge how much I n...

Toller Brigg, that righteous pig, whose brain is grey and fallow... he rides alone past brake and stone, through darkling gla...

Thus sang the mangled minstrel of the coming of Fulgid Glim during the time of Quaking and of Mourning  in Qaarra: He came upon u...