MadHatter:
Written by: MadHatter
Illustrated by: Raul “knightinflames” Gomes
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The Passionate Axeman
At the Black Fortress Inn was great joy, song and dance,
they’d conquered through Hashut not luck or pure chance.
Bragging and drinking still armed with their axes,
one lone silent dwarf and the great Morrslieb waxes.
Cannons and rockets had boomed with a roar,
spreading fire and death through the High Elven core.
The elf’s weak advance had stopped dead in it’s track,
when their comrades laid burned - all twisted and black.
The lone silent dwarf, neither angry nor sad,
stared hungry at maidens, with thoughts that where bad.
He lashed out with arm to the maid that was near,
and slapped her quite hard (with a laugh) on her rear.
Her eyes burned with fire she claw’d and gave shout,
one black oily hand he doth pressed front her mouth.
The drunk frisky dwarf smell’d of sweat, coal and musks,
when she severed that hand with one bite of her tusks.
Bullcentaur guards dragged him swiftly in feet,
and he slammed like a toy into walls, stone and street.
They ate him for dinner, stew’ed dwarf-a’la-alan,
for the maid was the wife of the clans Dark Castellan.
- Chaos Dwarf folksong, first sung after the battle of Anurell’s Tomb[/align]
