Epic Poem (call for a collective project)

Their barbaric laments no match for the all-swallowing wind, meeting us head on.

If you really ask, no.

A wind from the North, and the Northern Gods…

If you really ask, no.

I meant that we should keep verb tense continuity. Though maybe not doing so would give it a nice bardic touch…

The gifts we brought them made them howl across the plains.

Among us, only Galdria, though remaining conscious, recoiled in fear.

Ah I was thinking in logistic terms, whether it would be practical to have steeds that have to be fed in hell.

Then there was Barbeuth, openly cursing the Gods.

A sleet of mechanical death showered the plains, and their [the Gods’] invitation was clear.

The terror from the sky could not prevent Barbeuth from singing.

feel free to kill Barbeuth in the next line.

You know I had this idea as well and thought of implementing it, but this one line thing is no good if your serious about it.

how so?

And as the song grew, we realized that it was one with the rain.

Because people have the habit of intetionally fucking it up… eh we’ll see.

Look at the christian lady… We are prepared to deal with that.

Come on, Stoiuc, this is right up your alley. Throw a line!

You’re right it is…so i will.

And we knew that our ride north was fated.

So we ride(rode) through the rain, leaving the smoke behind us.