Dranolir
Veteran
Min värld är urusel. Den är ett perfekt exempel på hur en fantasy-värld kan spåra ur. Det enda som är bra är nog Khordos, blodets demon och mörkrets svärd. Har någon några tips.
A thunder roared across the darkened sky. The village was dark horrors where lurking in every shadow. A rider was aproching. He wield a black cloak and kept his hood up. When he ride into the village two thunders falled down and a light was cast on the rider. He had a great silver-black armour with skeleton faces made of gold on it. In his belt there was a longsword made of red steel. He jumped of his horse and walked agains a house. He knocked on the door and a man opened.
-Who are you, the man asked.
-I am Khordos, mortal, and Iv'e come for the sword of darkness.
From the chronicles of Kor-i-Karaz
A thunder roared across the darkened sky. The village was dark horrors where lurking in every shadow. A rider was aproching. He wield a black cloak and kept his hood up. When he ride into the village two thunders falled down and a light was cast on the rider. He had a great silver-black armour with skeleton faces made of gold on it. In his belt there was a longsword made of red steel. He jumped of his horse and walked agains a house. He knocked on the door and a man opened.
-Who are you, the man asked.
-I am Khordos, mortal, and Iv'e come for the sword of darkness.
From the chronicles of Kor-i-Karaz