17 Jan 2015
The Good Shepherd
8 December 2014, 4:13 pm
Winner of the 1st place in the 2014 Literature Competition Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall! - Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene The sickly green orb of Morrslieb eclipsed the cold grey ball of Mannslieb as the two moons rose in the summer night sky. Pale vermillion light illuminated the plains of Laverne, casting strange shadows as it fell on the mounds of corpses that littered the field. It flickered and reflected off the armored hauberks of dead knights and gently caressed the rusted ancient armor of their foes. The sickly scent of death held sway over the remains of the battlefield, the foul stench of rotting corpses both old and new.
Source: The Round Table of Bretonnia Newsfeed
8 December 2014, 4:13 pm
Winner of the 1st place in the 2014 Literature Competition Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall! - Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene The sickly green orb of Morrslieb eclipsed the cold grey ball of Mannslieb as the two moons rose in the summer night sky. Pale vermillion light illuminated the plains of Laverne, casting strange shadows as it fell on the mounds of corpses that littered the field. It flickered and reflected off the armored hauberks of dead knights and gently caressed the rusted ancient armor of their foes. The sickly scent of death held sway over the remains of the battlefield, the foul stench of rotting corpses both old and new.
Source: The Round Table of Bretonnia Newsfeed