by raptor titanus3 » Mon Jan 10, 2011 11:36 am
"Ready the bows, bring those things down," ordered a Hurskarl, "Don't, we wouldn't be doing them any service, we shoot arrows and it will either hit them or the bats in which case they will plummit to the ground and die," Stated Lokar. "Lets just try and salvage what we can and go, that stalled us and with most of the towns folk departed their army will be alerted to our presance in no time," ordered Lokar with slight guilt and tiredness. The soldiers followed the command and went about gathering up their pillaged goods and food, just as the Ox carts arrived and began loading them on the carts for the long haul back home.
"We all go about our daily lives, waiting for the next big thing, the next cool trend, even the smallest bits of info on anything happening, but what we're really waiting for... is for something interesting to happen to us, thats what draws us to the rich and famous... we want to be like them... I don't, I'm fine with who I am... and you should be too" - RT3