Post by Tamorat Bloodhorn on Apr 21, 2009 1:03:15 GMT -5
<This paper is tacked up to a post in Thunderbluff, waiting to be found and looked upon by the Earthspear who would recognize the aura that Tamorat has around him. The fact that his name is written on the paper helps, as well.>
"I don't consider myself much of a bard, war-poet or songwriter, but will admit that occasionally, the mood falls upon me, and I find myself drawn to a Buzzard-feather quill and ink. So...here goes. --
Cold Ice Beneath
These Massive Hooves.
You Are A Reflection Upon
All I Have Become In Death.
Life Showed Me To Be Vibrant,
Capable of All Things,
An Exceptional Warrior
And Excellent Friend.
Now In Death My Body
Has Become Unholy Ice.
I Kill With Ease,
Not Considering My Foe's Children,
Or Reasoning For Their Purpose.
Humans And Orcs,
Wolves And Centaur.
All Fall Before My Runed Weapon.
My Vampiric Weapon.
Bloodthirsty And Insatiable...
It Reflects Upon My State.
In Life I Was A Tauren.
In Death I Am A Cold, Icy Weapon
Destined to Slay,
And Destined to Chill."
"I don't consider myself much of a bard, war-poet or songwriter, but will admit that occasionally, the mood falls upon me, and I find myself drawn to a Buzzard-feather quill and ink. So...here goes. --
Cold Ice Beneath
These Massive Hooves.
You Are A Reflection Upon
All I Have Become In Death.
Life Showed Me To Be Vibrant,
Capable of All Things,
An Exceptional Warrior
And Excellent Friend.
Now In Death My Body
Has Become Unholy Ice.
I Kill With Ease,
Not Considering My Foe's Children,
Or Reasoning For Their Purpose.
Humans And Orcs,
Wolves And Centaur.
All Fall Before My Runed Weapon.
My Vampiric Weapon.
Bloodthirsty And Insatiable...
It Reflects Upon My State.
In Life I Was A Tauren.
In Death I Am A Cold, Icy Weapon
Destined to Slay,
And Destined to Chill."