by Knight Errant » Fri Apr 06, 2012 2:13 pm
There is a crash of water, like someone set a bomb off in the river. Through the mist, a large, hairy, horned figure leaps onto the bridge... landing with a heavy thud in front of Logos. It grins with sharp teeth... before grabbing for her with its clawed hand!
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...

Click the eggs... feed the dragons.