What would be you perfect weapon(s)? - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Farrehn · 01-11-2003, 02:30 AM

Try to keep it under ten weapons per post please. But what I want is a description of your charactor's perfect weapon(s) and you can inclue if you're Elvish or Dwarvish or even Enttish! Here's an example.

My perfect weapon, being a half-elf, would be my faithful black blade Cin. the bringer of death. His is my eyes in the dark and my ears when I am sencesless. His bloodchannel runs deep through his long black form. His cold black silversteel glistening against the night sky. It is my tool of death, the Darkness is his home and when I draw him from his half scabbard, his sing the song of death in the ears of my enemies, just as I will sing my children to sleep every night. He is the Darkness consuming my soul. No longer does he drink the blood of Men and Elf and Dwarf. But his lust is after the blood of Orcs and Trolls and Wargs. He will drink with full cup, but never be filled. He will never be satisfyed until his singing eldges have spilt the blood of the Darkn Lord, his master of long ago. Before the fall of Men. He is the master of blades, the thorn among lilies.
That was kind of long, but hey, Cin is my blade!

[ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: Farrehn ]

01-11-2003, 02:30 AM	#1
Farrehn Pile O'Bones Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: here Posts: 22	What would be you perfect weapon(s)? Try to keep it under ten weapons per post please. But what I want is a description of your charactor's perfect weapon(s) and you can inclue if you're Elvish or Dwarvish or even Enttish! Here's an example. My perfect weapon, being a half-elf, would be my faithful black blade Cin. the bringer of death. His is my eyes in the dark and my ears when I am sencesless. His bloodchannel runs deep through his long black form. His cold black silversteel glistening against the night sky. It is my tool of death, the Darkness is his home and when I draw him from his half scabbard, his sing the song of death in the ears of my enemies, just as I will sing my children to sleep every night. He is the Darkness consuming my soul. No longer does he drink the blood of Men and Elf and Dwarf. But his lust is after the blood of Orcs and Trolls and Wargs. He will drink with full cup, but never be filled. He will never be satisfyed until his singing eldges have spilt the blood of the Darkn Lord, his master of long ago. Before the fall of Men. He is the master of blades, the thorn among lilies. That was kind of long, but hey, Cin is my blade! [ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: Farrehn ] __________________ There is no greater tragedy than a life without purpose. And a life without purpose knowns not the love it was created for.