Difference between revisions of "Main Page"

From Stunties
Jump to navigation Jump to search
Line 11: Line 11:
  
  
When dwarven warriors went to war,<br>
+
When dwarven warriors went to war, to fight for king and hold,<br>
To fight for king and hold,<br>
+
For honour, fame and glory, but mostly just for gold.<br>
For honour, fame and glory,<br>
+
They fought the green and scaly breeds, orcs, trolls and skaven hordes,<br>
But mostly just for gold.<br>
+
Treasure hunting elves or men, kissed dwarven axes, dwarven swords.<br>
They fought the green and scaly breeds,<br>
+
Ogres, dragons, monstrous scum, massed chaotic armies stumbled,<br>
Orcs and trolls and skaven hordes,<br>
+
Ranks of armoured knights charged blindly,and at the feet of dwarves were humbled.<br>
Treasure hunting elves or men,<br>
+
Sometimes when the beer filled heads, or tales of mithril lit their eyes,<br>
Kissed dwarven axes, dwarven swords.<br>
+
Some wandered off to distant lands, adventuring under different skies.<br>
Ogres, dragons, monstrous scum<br>
+
Their kinfolk mourned their loss, you see, and made a vow, an oath of stone,<br>
Massed chaotic armies stumbled,<br>
+
To find their brethren one and all, to search them out, to bring them home,
Ranks of armoured knights charged blindly,<br>
 
Till at the feet of dwarves were humbled.<br>
 
Sometimes when the beer filled heads,<br>
 
Or tales of mithril lit their eyes,<br>
 
They'd wander off to distant lands,<br>
 
Adventures under different skies.<br>
 
Their kinfolk mourned their loss, you see,<br>
 
And made a vow, an oath of stone,<br>
 
To find their brethren one and all,<br>
 
To search them out, to bring them home,
 

Revision as of 04:07, 10 July 2007

Testpage

We Dwarves of the Lead Mountains bid you welcome!

Gather round my friends and listen to our song


When dwarven warriors went to war, to fight for king and hold,
For honour, fame and glory, but mostly just for gold.
They fought the green and scaly breeds, orcs, trolls and skaven hordes,
Treasure hunting elves or men, kissed dwarven axes, dwarven swords.
Ogres, dragons, monstrous scum, massed chaotic armies stumbled,
Ranks of armoured knights charged blindly,and at the feet of dwarves were humbled.
Sometimes when the beer filled heads, or tales of mithril lit their eyes,
Some wandered off to distant lands, adventuring under different skies.
Their kinfolk mourned their loss, you see, and made a vow, an oath of stone,
To find their brethren one and all, to search them out, to bring them home,