The Songs of Bloodthirst

The two warriors, one tall, and one short, one with an axe, one with ñågå in both hands, entered the home of Uredi, leader of the council. They entered with weapons high, singing a song about old wars. They charged the dwarf, and their blood lust overcame them.

They chopped and slashed, smashed and thrashed, and all throughout, they sang. "Death and blunder, victory and plunder! Golden powder, gory shower! We shall slay, till we fall under!"

When they had completed the destruction of Uredi, they took the rod, and killed the other barons in much the same fashion.

"Shadow yonder, I do ponder. Is it death, is it somber? I shall go, slash, cut, and stomp, so the TRI need not!"

They sang these songs because their age had returned, the age of glory, honor, and death.

They sang, for the unholy hordes had forced the world into the age of crusades, an age once ended in the pyrrhic battle for Black Crown.

"Song of death, song of LIGHT! Let us sing thee, all through the NIGHT! Conquer, Defeat, Victory in war! The time of peace, is no more! We shall awake, from secret slumber, to kill the killer, the chiller, the storm!"

"All shall fall, before our feet, gashes in their heads! Death will be death, unlife no more!"

They sang this way, drunk on blood, until they lay unconscious on the ground, blood surrounding them, and covering them. The council had been turned into red pulp.

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It could feel it. It had found it's prey. It could already taste the flesh, the sweet, sweet flesh. In a matter of hours, the creature would have it's fill of blood, of souls…