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I recently decided to try my hand at a fortress 'story', and rather than go for the norm, I decided to write an 'epic', or an incredibly long poem. Originally it started out as a quick ditty, but it's turned into something much longer. I've finished the first chapter, and if there's interest I can continue.
Hehe, I don't know if I'll have 'signups', but almost everything in the poem relates to something that can happen (or at least is referenced) in DF, so feel free to suggest twists and turns. Look out for those references too (All names are in Dwarvish, Elvish or Human, so you can look them up if you're so inclined.)
Chapter I
To the Coast!
I’ll tell you the legend of Sodel Udir
A dwarf with a name that has come to mean fear
I’ll show you the doom of his lost fortress Ur
In the spines of the north where the dark creatures stir
Sodel was a dwarf with a pittance of fame
A few meager outposts and coins to his name
But Sodel was eager, with a generous hand
And one night in a tavern met a rambling man
As foolish as tall and as quick to let slip
The tale of a journey by cart and by ship
To the Northlands of ice, the Glaciers of Death
Where the cold absolute froze the heat of man’s breath
Spoke the man:
“In the peaks of the mountains
Where the Goblin-kind sleeps
Lay two waterfall-fountains
As if Earth herself weeps
And deep underground
Beneath snow, ice and granite
Where the magma is found
In the core of the planet;
Lies adamant blue!
God-given ore!
Lodes of it, too-
This metal of yore.”
The human continued to all who would hear
Lungs exhaled vigor as gut inhaled beer
Sodel held back and let the night run its course
And at closing met the man at the side of his horse
The dwarf asked again of the adamant blue
Softly inquired if the tale spun was true-
The man would not answer, with regret on his face
As if he left something behind in that place.
Sodel had no patience for wordless remorse
His tone and his words grew as equally coarse
He held the man down in what seemed like a trance
And offered him death or this one final chance
“Take me to the land of the spines of the north,
Where winter most cruel brings the ice spirits forth
Bring me to the mountains where Earth-Mother weeps,
The Glaciers of Death and the Goblin-kind keeps!”
The man had no choice and relented as such
And cursed his loose tongue for revealing so much
And woke in the morning to find the dwarf staring down
With gold in his eyes and cold sweat on his crown
They traveled at first from the glint of the sun
Beside them the brook known as Estvod did run
At week’s end they reached the red fort Sitalnïr,
The dwarven-kind’s gate to all beyond here
They gathered a band of dwarves fearless and strong
And promised them riches and fame before long
Foothills of gems and tall mountains of gold-
They promised it all for the brave and the bold
In the end five were swayed by the pair’s silver-tongued speech
They scrounged out their things- a mere pick and pack each
And all were then ready, and all was it should be,
For as Sodel said, “Seven, brave seven are we.”
The seven descended to the land of the men,
Through each peak and each forest , each river and glen
Through towns of the humans and halls of dwarf-kind
With the riches ahead bubbling inside their mind
They came to the forest that would lead to the coast
Though they knew of its dangers they knew not of its host
There were many to list and more yet unseen
As they cut a great swath through the ocean of green
The gigantic spiders whose name meant ‘Death Pains’
Whose bite was like steel coursing into man's veins
The ettins and giants displaced from their caves
Sent travelers here to their earliest graves
Suddenly there came a sound like a horn
There were eyes drenched in canopy, darkened with scorn
In the limbs of the trees from the thick of the woods
Came the elven-kind hunters, faces covered by hoods.
One spoke:
“I am Ithiri Ithithe Ithi Othrel!”
“Prince Gold Butterfly of the Elves,” said Sodel.
“Thou hast tainted mine lands with thine covetous hands,
Thy offense to the glades I shall pay back in spades!”
The others then brandished a number of bows
Arrows pointing at dwarf or the man that they’d chose
They waited, strings tightened for royal command
To send the intruders to the Halls of the Damned.
“Descend, my friend archers!
Aim clear without fear!
Strike them through with thy yew
And remove them from here!”
At this the brave seven sped out of sight
Into the woods and away from the fight
The elves followed quickly, dancing through the trees
Hunting their quarry as quick as the breeze
“To the caves!” screamed Sodel, “We will hide in the murk!
Where the cowardly elves and their kind will not lurk!”
The seven had vanished and the elves gave pursuit,
Into the depths of the cave Al-Zarut.
And outside the cavern hid the magnificent band
A trickier seven there was not in the land
And the elf-prince’s folly was made all too clear
As the giant cave spiders came skittering near
The elves were pushed tight into the cavern’s black core
The spiders descended over the elf-prince’s roar
Sending Ithiri Ithithe Ithi Othrel
Prince Gold Butterfly of the Elves straight to hell.
The band traveled into the wood through dark night
And beheld a grand view at the dawn’s blessed light
Allas Zavaz, the Momentous Sea!
The end of the earth for all those who were free!
And beyond it the ice of the Glaciers of Death
Where the cold absolute froze the heat of man’s breath
And in the peaks of the spines of the land of the Fell
Slept the adamant blue- there awaiting Sodel.
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Very good poem! I truly enjoyed reading it.
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"Not bad" said sir Frelock, "I like it a lots,
Your rhythmic structure is off at some spots,
But rhyming is good, so much better than mine,
The story you've made is just simply divine."
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:'( That was... beautiful... A work of art. Sir, I a stand an applaud you from my chair, for in your Epic is such awesomeness, that simple praise is a weak substitute. Please, PLEASE do a second chapter. I... Nay, ALL of the DF community would be in your debt for such an incredible piece.
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Wow, I'm glad you guys liked it. I've edited a couple lines to make the rhyme flow better. Keep in mind this is totally unedited, and I just wrote it today, so it could certainly use some work.
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It reads like an epic saga, and so it should.
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Just though id compliment you on your awesome epic with a litte of my own ;)
-713 Years Later-
"Ah a superb epic!" Dwarmin though, placing the Marble slab upon which it had been writ back into the the Grand Librarium. In a few hundred years, it had been copyied into Human, Elvish, and maybe even Goblin and Giant, though this was the original copy-sadly its beatiful surface was scarred with Dragon fire and Goblin slashes. Dwarves made things to last though, and it was still legible, save for the name of the msyterious author. Paper Copies were common in all royal libraries, and Dwarven children were still told the story as a parable of what quick wit and an adventurous spirirt can earn you-both good and bad.
He mused "Could almost make one think that this "magic blue steel" actually exists..more likely the work of an inventive mind I guess."
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You're all too kind. Enjoy chapter two.
Chapter II
The Momentous Sea
The day knelt to night as the sun settled in
Beneath the blue waves in its cavernous den
On the coast the brave seven did scurry about
As they built a great ship that was sturdy and stout.
One dwarf stood out in the flurry of picks
Guiding and leading the other fine six
His name was Sodel yet they all called him ‘Sir’,
With respect in their eyes and their hearts as it were,
‘Twas the vigor inside him and his crystal-clear stare
Over the water and through the sea-air
To the land of the North where his destiny lay
Whispering tales of his legend one day
That lead the six others to honor his name
To hope that perhaps they’d be part of his fame
And even the human, though with heart full of fear
Saw the makings of greatness in the dwarf who stood here
At the break of the dawn their task was complete
And there stood a grand ship to make proud any fleet
They christened it ‘Feb’, a grand arrow indeed
For no obstacle there could their voyage impede.
They pushed from the beach as the sun reached its peak
Directing their ship to the land that they seek
The vessel departed like the noblest of ships
Its passengers roaring with songs on their lips
They sang, “Ekur, ö ekur, ö ekur ferenôr-
Råsh nanoth nistem, nistem önothor!
Mighty, O mighty, O mighty blue roar
Never shall we fear, O shall fear thee no more!”
And fear they did not in the storm nor the calm
In the galloping thunder or the salt-breeze’s balm
They slipped through the water the tide at their bow
As smooth as the sweat that rolled off of their brow
And one day when the weather was eerily still
Every dwarf and the man felt a similar chill
As if something below them in depths yet unknown
Was waiting and watching their ship all alone
For an hour it seemed not a sound could be heard
No noise but the sea and the call of a bird
A peace like a battleground painted in red
Silent reverence held for irreverent dead
When the nothing became like a maddening shroud
A rumble like thunder shattered muteness aloud
And out from the deep rose a beast from before
From the legends and myths of the elven-kind lore
It struck down the mast and it battered the crew
Washing the deck in a white mist of blue
And as the few watched the end of their so-short-lived band
There appeared Sodel with steel pick in his hand
He hefted it up and he launched off the deck
And he struck his sharp tool into the beast’s neck
He struck it again and he shattered its skull
And the thing slithered dead off the Feb’s wooden hull.
The crew could not speak at the deed they had seen
For was this who their leader had all along been?
He smiled, and spoke with tone calm as the sea-
He said, “This is the fate of all those who cross me.”
The men gaped for a moment and then gathered their oars
For though some had seen combat and some had seen wars
None had yet crossed a giant, a dwarf or a man
With the strength of Great Sodel, with steel pick in his hand.
For days the ship traveled in the sea with the wind
Till the sky and the ocean’s horizon would blend
The seven grew weary and wondered within
If ever they were to see soft earth again
And as one by one the brave seven conceded
There came a great cry- “We are not yet defeated!”
‘Twas Sodel at the mast- with a fire inside
With the dwarven-kind’s vigor and the human-folk’s pride
He roared, “To your oars, there is work to be done!
We’ll cross this blue pit ‘fore the set of the sun!”
To their posts they returned for although Death was feared
‘Twas terror much greater in the hair of his beard
Their oars cleft the ocean in great ripples and waves
The brave seven rowed forward like Goblin-kind slaves
And as sure as the sun stuck in Earth’s crushing vice
Did the dwarves and their human catch sight of the ice
There were shouts, whoops and jeers in the languages all
Unified joy through both short friend and tall
And as ship passed the crevice of the Glaciers of Death
There were many a relieved- and yet visible breath
The sea was behind them yet trials ahead
And for slain beasts forgotten would be more in their stead
But nothing would deter the grand Feb’s mighty crew
As they crossed ever closer to the adamant-blue.
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That's like the Rime of the Ancient Mariner x2
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The epic, I approve of.
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If you continue this long enough, it will be, by far in my opinion, the coolest thing ever to happen on these boards.
I will print this out and make a real tomb out of it. It will be like Homer's Oddyssey, except more awesome.
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I just realized that with the start of this chapter the actual story has just begun.
Christ, what have I gotten myself into?
Chapter III
The Glaciers of Death
Though the seasons may change in the circle of time
In the North the cold winter left undying rime
And carved out of frost were the creatures within
The Goblins and Titans and feared Dragon-kin
The Feb slipped through the ice-cracks; a vessel through veins
Its Captain, sharp eyed, up at bow choosing lanes
The ice floes grew thicker and the glacier yet higher
Till above in an alcove danced the blaze of a pyre
And melting the ice near the bright orange flames
On the walls in the shadows hung terrible frames
Bodies of those who in past journeys failed
All aboard but the Captain then silently paled
And nothing was said o’er creak of the boards
Nor the whistle of wind, or the whisper of hordes
Who perhaps were there waiting on ledges unseen
Crude weapons bared, bearing wintry sheen
Ahead of them loomed a great hole in the world
That swallowed the flume as it twisted and curled
A mouth gaping wide to the body below
In the ice-plated heart of a beast made of snow.
The Feb made no noise as it entered the cave
The crew, just as wordless, stood equally brave
And one gazed behind to the mist and the sea
In his mind and his heart was a lost family
The light from above could not pierce through the crack
Leaving cavernous belly all shrouded in black
And a lantern was lit; and a slow prayer was sung
And the words reached no God in the air where they hung
For a while the seven aboard spoke aloud
Of the things yet concealed in the echoing shroud
Or if anything could in this dark cold exist
The talk was cut short by a something that hissed
A something that rumbled as it swam through the flow
As the seven aboard circled lantern’s white glow
A something that then just as suddenly fled
Yet the absence of which left a heavier dread
For it’s said of all those that inhabit the deeps
All below water which floats, swims or creeps
There is scarcely a beast that inspires the fear
Of the carp, resurrected, who with bone-sockets leer.
A shrill cry sailed off the boat into the gloom
The ship trapped in ice here encased in its doom
The fish cut through flesh and was followed by others
A clan of them pierced the air, side-by-side brothers
They stripped the skin off the dwarves in their descent
Whose blood was like rubies in lantern’s white glint
The six looked to Sodel, who then covered in death
Gave the order, “We stay them!” with the last of his breath
They reached for their picks and they swung for their lives
They twirled like the elves in their Dance of the Knives
Twisting and turning, romancing the stage
A mere blood covered deck- to a symphonic rage
The shatter of bones signaled beasts falling still
Awestruck by the might of the Dwarven-kind will
Laying perplexed by the wondrous sight
Of seven- brave seven who would not die this night.
The battleground silence settled in with the pain
Every dwarf and the man felt a throb in their brain
They pushed the Feb closer to the sheer wall of frost
Dropping the bones to the depths as they crossed
They hefted their picks painted by their own red
And chiseled out ice from the cave overhead
And froze each wound shut with a curse and a scowl
And yet Sodel, though injured, did not utter a growl
For ahead was the light from the end of the flume
Whose embrace would release them from rime-covered tomb
As the light met their eyes for the first time in ages
They beheld the grand site bound for history’s pages
‘Twas the Spines of the North, of the land of the Fell
Where deep within rock slept the Fire King’s Well
And upon the sides of the cliffs on the face of the mountains
Wept the Earth-Mother in twin gushing fountains.
A cheer like a wave rippled into the white
Though journey’s end ‘twas the start of their plight
The brave seven had lived through the flames and the frost
Found a wintery home where all others were lost
Sodel stood tall above those in his band
With somber demeanor and pick in his hand
He spoke to them softly, as father to son
And praised every member for the deeds they had done
He said:
“My fellows in arms, and at helm, and to death-
We have found the dark mountain by wisp of our breath.
We have braved the long land, and the Forest of Green
We have conquered the Elves, and the sea in between.
We feared not the storm, and we railed at the Dead
Who had hoped to entomb us in a carcass’ bed.
We have weathered the blows of Earth-Mother’s reproach
See now how she wails at our dauntless approach!
We began as mere travelers, hell-destined seven
And became something more under weight of High Heaven.
I came to you before at the gate to the East
And fed your mind’s eye an imagin’ry feast
I come to you now as a brother and mate,
And swear to you more: I shall offer you- fate!”
The brave seven rejoiced as their long journey ended
As they gazed to the Spines where the Earth and Sky blended
And here in the Realm of the Free Peoples all
On the Dark Continent, in the years of the Fall
Would the curtain be drawn and the players descend
To the doomed fortress Ur, and first Act of The End.
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Nice. I like that each race has its own rhyme scheme.
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It's my 18th birthday today, and all I want is some more feedback =3
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Good god it's awesome. It's a genuine poetic epic, just what Dwarf Fortress has always needed. Somebody should tell Three Toe, or Toady - this thing would be great for helping promote the game.
And yeah, as someone who's tried a hand at ordinary writing, you quickly realize that telling even a quick anecdote can quickly turn into novels worth of words. Good luck keeping it all together in your head.
Oh, and welcome to technical adulthood. It ain't all it's cracked up to be.
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Good god it's awesome. It's a genuine poetic epic, just what Dwarf Fortress has always needed. Somebody should tell Three Toe, or Toady - this thing would be great for helping promote the game.
And yeah, as someone who's tried a hand at ordinary writing, you quickly realize that telling even a quick anecdote can quickly turn into novels worth of words. Good luck keeping it all together in your head.
Oh, and welcome to technical adulthood. It ain't all it's cracked up to be.
Haha, thanks! I'd love to see what Three Toe and Toady One think of this little ditty- but I think they're probably too busy making the incredible game that spawned it.
One of the great things about this story is how easy it is to keep it all together- This is more poem than most anything other than straight epics, but whenever I sit down to write more, I reread the entire thing first. Not possible with novels, as I've discovered. =X
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I just want everyone to know that I haven't abandoned this story- right now I'm taking Japanese 111- essentially, a full year of Japanese in four weeks. I have enough free time to check my email and eat. Chapter IV is started and will be done when I can finish it.
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Armok's blood, Japanese in 4 weeks? Isn't that one of the more difficult foreign languages out there already? Yeesh... Oh well, hope it ends up well :)
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Hey Darkmagnus
I love reading through the stories here in the site but let me say that the Epic of Sodel Udir is probably my favorite. You've done a really great job with it so keep it up. When you have time of course. I'm a graduate student so I understand what it's like to be up to your ears in classes. It really feels to me like a modernized version of Beowulf in epic poem, and it's awesome.
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Hey Darkmagnus
I love reading through the stories here in the site but let me say that the Epic of Sodel Udir is probably my favorite. You've done a really great job with it so keep it up. When you have time of course. I'm a graduate student so I understand what it's like to be up to your ears in classes. It really feels to me like a modernized version of Beowulf in epic poem, and it's awesome.
Honestly, the Odyssey, Beowulf and the Rime of the Ancient Mariner are the three major influences, so I guess I'm doing something right.
I've decided I'm going to update tonight even if I have to not do some homework to make time. I'm going to go insane if I don't write something.
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This one needs a lot of work. But it's something!
Chapter IV
The Hermit and The Human
Dawn broke the peaks as the ship made its port
At the pier of the Halls of the Fire King’s Court
The Dwarves leapt from ship to ground, eager to stand
Upon the unflinching and solid-white land
The speeches had ended and drinks had been downed
Now but nature’s minuet remained audible sound
The journey was over, the ship at its berth
And from Sodel came cry to his men- ‘STRIKE THE EARTH!’
They built in a day what most cobbled in weeks
Carving a home in the ice-covered peaks
The human among them could hardly believe
The speed of the tasks they would daily receive
And by eve their great Leader had wandered away
To scout out the wilds by light of the day
And far to the north he came to some caves
Outside laid stone markers- as mournful as graves
The wind in the tundra here howled at the sky
In this place where the day comes to lay down to die
And as the noise settled there came a red glow
That lit up the cave and then painted the snow
Sodel’s pick was ready and words deadly slow
He said, “Who in the deeps here does dare his face show?
Come hither creature- from place where you dwell
And prepare thee- for with me is furious hell!”
But no monster slunk from his home to face Death
The being which came seemed to fade with his breath
A hermit, alone, with gray cloak and gnarled face
A shrine-keeper enshrined in this unholy place.
He spoke:
“Little man of rock and stone,
From whom the beasts have cowed
Here you stand on cursed land,
And yet stay ye as proud?
A foolish boy are you,” said he,
“And foolish you’ll remain
‘Till whispered few have left thy crew
Where greater men have lain.
There’s naught to catch in Northern Swamps
Save p’raps for gloried death
And honored fell cannot retell
Thy deeds with sleeping breath.
Return, you boy, to home of man
And bide thee well thy pride
There is no fear in flight from here
Nor gifts for those yet died.”
Sodel’s grin had split his teeth into his cheeks
And he laughed the first laugh that had come in these weeks
And said “Hermit, old fool, you could not understand-
And the Hermit then silenced him, waving his hand
“I’ll tell ye of my story, boy
And heed you mark me well;
For wealth of earth cannot be worth
The revelries of hell.
An age ago- though seems too few
A man o’ war was I
With singing blade, these hands had laid
A myr’iad out to die.
A soldier, yes; of Fortune great
A worshipper of War
With heavied soul, and levied toll
Which rotted me to core.
I heard one day the legend of
The metal of the North
Worth coin, worth love, worth wrath above
And so I wandered forth.
A band of men I brought with me
Fools- useful though they were
And deep inside, I burst to stride
Where darker things would stir
We crossed the land of Men- as you;
And split Allas Zavaz,
And ice the same and then we came
Into the Mountain’s jaws
And deep within the northern spines
We found your bluest-gold
And with each vein, another chain
Was locked on us untold
For if a hallowed steel is it;
It belongeth in the deeps
No human hand could hope to stand
The secrets that it keeps
We braved the land of ice, oh yes
And thought ourselves as kings
Yet below earth, in darkest berth
Lie many darker things.”
A shriller cry had not been heard
From shrillest beast or shrillest bird
So much as that which came from in
The guts of he from land of Men
Who cowed behind a tree as near
With shaking lips and eyes of fear
And ancient ghost did slip from there
From wisp to whisper in the air.
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This will likely be the last chapter until the weekend, so comment away!
...or I'll cry.
Nakimasu.
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Hey, I was just hoping you haven't given up on this thing. I think it'd be a shame since honestly I think the writing style you've put into it is truly remarkable.
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When this is finished we'll need to find a friendly heavy metal band to make a song out of it.
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Hehe, I wonder if anybody remembers this thing.
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DarkMagnus!
I was wondering where you had gotten off to. I for one would love to see you continue work on it!
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Confirmed! Continue please! I like having alternate DF stories.
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Hehe, I wonder if anybody remembers this thing.
How could anyone forget?
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"Magnus... Do you concede your command because you think I am weak? Because I'm from Southern Division?"
You're poem is almost as epic as Ogre Battle 64, and that says something.
Reading this was as fun as wiping the floor with Dio's ass after he turned on me.
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"Magnus... Do you concede your command because you think I am weak? Because I'm from Southern Division?"
You're poem is almost as epic as Ogre Battle 64, and that says something.
Reading this was as fun as wiping the floor with Dio's ass after he turned on me.
<33333
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Continue. This is bloody awesome.
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Will this epic poem continue? I like it, but there haven't been any new chapters since july...
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was reading through the hall of legends and i saw this here. i know it hasnt been touched in a age and a half, but i figured i might try to see if this thing has any chance of still living. if not, someone should really try this themself, its just too cool an idea to let lie like this
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Hey! This thing got bumped and I can finally post without feeling guilty.
Keep it up man!
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Hey! This thing got bumped and I can finally post without feeling guilty.
Keep it up man!
lol.
like i said, i just saw it in the hall of legends. i think someone should try this on their own if the origional person can/wont do it anymore! ;D
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Hey, this is DarkMagnus. I'm just coming to let you all know that I'm officially not going to be working on this epic anymore. I just feel like I need to branch off and work on other things, so I'm going to de-
WAIT WHAT AM I THINKING
IT'S TIME FOR...
Chapter V
The Giant
Frost hung heavy in spirits all
As they explored the mountain's wall
The few beneath Sodel's command
Without him, doubted what he'd planned
Their picks had pierced the sleeping stones
From deep within came horrid groans
The rock had fallen from where it lay
And slumbered still, and watched the day
End upon the sharpest note
That filled the cave and rocked the boat
Yet scream alone could not compare
To mountain depths that met them there
It began as though it was a sigh
This gave them hope; ('A cavern's nigh!')
The sound then grew to roaring din
That shook the walls and struck the men
And soon the noise was near indeed
From thinning walls it seemed to bleed
They knew that past the broken stone
They'd find the bringer of the moan
From there they paused, with shifting eyes
Among them fear had no disguise
And yet, one mentioned, was it not
The fate ahead, or Sodel's lot?
This was the case, they all agreed
And so with blistering, bubbling speed
They crashed like iron through the stone
And met the bringer of the groan
And there they saw- the half at least
Of a great and mighty fearful beast
Trapped beneath the mountain's blood
Caking, shifting, endless mud.
The brave did laugh at sight of this
Some bellowing, from others hiss
They laughed, and laughed, fell onto dirt
They laughed until their held sides hurt
And all the while, the beast lamented
Dishonorably he lay cemented
While devious band quickly conspired
What to do with he, the mired.
Back in the cold at cavern's maw
Lay fallen man in Sodel's claw
"I beg thee- beg thee! Spare me, please!"
The sunken-eyed coward did try to appease
But Sodel, fully taken by venomous wrath
Did strike down the man who had guided their path
And roared at him, crippled, now bleeding in snow
"Who is this man who your fear seems to know?"
The man replied choking on blood or on fear
"His face is that of a man I hold dear!
My father, my father is the hermit's pale ghost
Who guards this dark mountain as unwilling host!
His eyes, which once looked upon me with great pride,
His lips which once spoke of the distance he'd ride!
He told me of riches he'd one day return,
And for him my dear mother and I ever yearned!"
If Sodel's heart was moved his dark eyes showed it not
And in that white forest, and on that red spot
He left his companion to die in the cold
The punishment given for lie he had told
He said "You once told me you visited this place,
And I've made falsehood true by my will, by my grace.
Yet is is your father who led us here to-day.
And so it is his wage I shall gratefully pay.
Farewell, man of stories, man of lies and of gold
Man of cowardice exceeding in face of the bold.
I will miss ye but briefly when treasure I find
And think of ye only in the back of my mind."
The sun then extinguished and the dark absolute
Overtook the cold land of all evil's black root
And the band of the brave stoked the sizzling flame
That hotly did roar beside Giant's dead frame.
They stripped off his skin and they cooked it in strips
And they bit with their teeth so fat shone on their lips
And Sodel returned, and they raised up their picks
He returned the salute, and said "Now we are six."
This chapter brought you by the moral event horizon.
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I am suddenly in love with the moral event horizon.
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I am suddenly in love with the moral event horizon.
It's magically atrocious.
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*gasp!* an update! happy day! ;D
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That's what I call a hiatus.
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Its the most epic poem about dwarfs I've ever borne witness to! It must be finished, lest the whole world be deprived of it's glorious end! Also, dwarfs are bastards.
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Dwarfs are in every sense of the word bastards.
And I was just out traveling Europe in preparation for its grand conclusion.
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Dwarfs are in every sense of the word bastards.
Well, that kind of stuff is rather hard to avoid when you reproduce via spores.
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I was just out traveling Europe in preparation for its grand Conclusion.
Europe is ending!?
Anyways, excellent poem.
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Bravo again DarkMagnus. I'm glad you've returned to work on this shining jewel of a poem.
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I was just out traveling Europe in preparation for its grand Conclusion.
Europe is ending!?
Aw crap.
I hope The Epic concludes before this continent.
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I was just out traveling Europe in preparation for its grand Conclusion.
Europe is ending!?
Aw crap.
I hope The Epic concludes before this continent.
*waves bye bye to europe before happily going back to surfing the web in his american house*
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Well, there goes the homeland of what most people think of when they hear the phrase "Modern Civilization" ....Eh, no-one'll miss it.
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Hey, I'm heading to Germany for my gap year. I think I'll miss it.
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Sorry, but rabbity creatures don't count. Mostly because we dont know what they are, exactly and thus cannot classify them, and without classification, we cannot assign and devise rights for the rabbit-like creatures.
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Technically, I'm a hyperkinetic rabbit like thing.
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Well, there goes the homeland of what most people think of when they hear the phrase "Modern Civilization" ....Eh, no-one'll miss it.
I would, but I'm being ended, along with all the good beer on earth.
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With a gasp and amazed
sat TerminatorII in a slight daze
"This poem is good it's awesome and cool"
he said as he slurped back some drool.
I realized teh rythm is a little off.... but can't figure out how to fix it...
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Will this every continue?
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I discovered this to late! But I too add praise to this pile
Cause I also think it's great, and understand it might be a while.
But there needs be more, I cry; for this shines bright as day -
The challenge here must not die - it's glorious laughter, a genius at play.
You Sir, are adored.
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Better late than never! Finish the story, it's wonderful!
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This epic is amazing. Please write more!
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This is absolutely amazing. I would love to read more if you're still interested.
(I know this is a very old post but it's still fantastic, sorry if posting a year later bothers someone)
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How did I end up here? This is pretty good, but DarkMagnus hasn't been active since 2012.
Edit: realize too late that I've only perpetuated the problem.