The old gummy's mind is bubbling and popping.
The dark god is awake. His weapon maker beats out hot metal into blades of the gods to the crash of thunder. His work is lite by the lightening crashing down from the heavens. His hands are burnt as he works the white hot iron and alloy. Folding the metal together as his imps do his bidding. His three quarter blades are pregnant curves of slashing steel. the half moon blades shave the hair from his arm.
The god blades are marked with lightening flashes and thunder clouds. The sky opens up with thunder ans lightening as he plunges the hot blades in the grown to harden. The rain washes the soot from his bowed back as his hand maidens and imps carry him to his couch.
The earth mother wakes to his call for strength. Her great trees reach to the stars, drawing energy to her. A mother tree lays down to rest, her task is done. The great great grandfather protects his young as the dark god of death strides across the land.
The four horsemen ride in the night, a red headed Valkyrie beating time with the stirups of the hell horse. They protect the helpless from the dangers of the night. The black hell horse calls his heard as they trample the wild things into the ground.
Himself draws the god blades, Lightening and Thunder. He is the Dark God of Death walking. His blades cut right and left. Lightening deflects a blaster blast, Thunder cleaves the body to the ground. Three steps forward, slash, cut an other gone. Hair is singed, heavy coat smokes. A weapon is cut in two with it's owner.
bdpf lives brightly in the night sky amongst the stars.
Posted on: February 01, 2007, 11:55:14 pm
Hey Kim
Your beer has gone flat, at little, so I drink it for ya. Ho! Ho!
Ah Joe Turky feathers make good fletchings for arrows, almost as good as Canadian Geese feathers.
Duck feathers work good for lighter arrows. The flight feathers are easier to split.
