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09/03/11(Sat)22:05 No.16170959>/tg/ writes a book
In the ancient days, the wise and benevolent race of dwarfs stood watch over the lesser races of the gnomes and humans, guarding them against the dark forces of the orc, the troll, the undead, and most vile of all, the elf. Masters of anvil and hammer, they gifted their charges with knowledge, so that they might better themselves. On that day, all shaving razors were shattered, melted down, and forged into hammers.
Paragon amongst these selfless, gloriously bearded creatures were the Dragon-mole Riders. Forging an unbreakable bond with their near-mystical mounts (usually through harsh discipline, strict breeding, and a complete unwillingness to acknowledge their beasts as equals), they would tunnel into battle, erupting beneath their waifish, tree-hugging foes in a flurry of dirt, steel, and beard. They were legend to their allies, and a terrible curse upon their enemies.
Then, Fagbaitor McNobeardix, the youngest, vainest, and scruffiest of the Dragon-mole Riders, decided he really fucking loved shit like trees, flowers, and little animals. Upon discovery of his traitorous nature, he was exiled from the Dragon-mole Riders. However, he escaped with his mount, and vowed bloody revenge on those who he believed had wronged him. |