A Warsmith reflects on his past deeds, and the things he has done in the name of his Lord... Finding himself regretful of it all. Only thing preventing his insanity, are simple data files that hold recorded adventures of strange equine creatures... W
What a twist!
I. . . Wow well done
When I read this, in my head I heard "THEN THE WINGED HUSSARS ARRIVED!".
*Heavily Pregnant and hormonal Twilight cocking shotgun* Did you just call me fat?
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"COMING DOWN THE MOUTAN SIDE!"