I, Fafnir, welcome you. Be at ease, for my rage and greed have ended. Instead, I have constructed a game, based upon my infinite wealth and glory, to be played among those who have risen to the title of "Draconian".
But do not be fooled...
And this is the part where you start groveling. I prefer screams of suffering MANE-ly!
So, I have 11k+ typed out for S:TLD so far, so you guys should prepare some popcorn or something when you want to read it. I have to say that writing long chapters like this is rather fun and challenging, seeing as how I'm trying to make it entertaining and not a complete and utter snooze fest.
"And so, with stars in our hearts and courage in our souls, we brace for the oncoming dawn with renowned vigor. Nary a beast, nor demon, nor ancient evil most foul will detain us from reaching the goals we, as a guild, have set in place. Let it be known that anyone or anything marked with the feather of our Blackbird, will become game for our tactics and battle prowess. We are the Blackbirds, the ones who refuse to be Ravens or Crows, but instead remain adamant in our
Hope you guys enjoy what I'm using for a side-project in order to break the curse of W.B!