Litany
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Olan Kedandieal crept stealthily across the plain. The graaar'g was still ignorant of his presence, mindlessly digging at the purple phenafleg roots. He raised his tnekel bow to his shoulder, drew back the string and took aim. With a mighty twang of power he released his shaft (wey hey) into the air and missed. The graaar'g ran off in to the night never to be seen again, blah blah blah.
THE END.
The point being, why do they always have to use such stupid names? How I long for a book about Bob.
(The above work of fiction is entirely fictional. Names have been changed to make it much harder to read.)
THE END.
The point being, why do they always have to use such stupid names? How I long for a book about Bob.
(The above work of fiction is entirely fictional. Names have been changed to make it much harder to read.)