Epic Poem (call for a collective project)

[Fixed Cross]

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

[Fixed Cross]

feel free to kill Barbeuth in the next line.

[Stoic Guardian]

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.

[Fixed Cross]

how so?

[Pezerocles]

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

[Stoic Guardian]

how so?

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

[Pezerocles]

how so?

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.

[Pezerocles]

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

[Stoic Guardian]

You're right it is...so i will.

[Fixed Cross]

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

And we knew that our ride north was fated.

[Stoic Guardian]

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

[eyesinthedark]

We'll face bitter cold ahead.. dangers that will make us dread...

[eyesinthedark]

But we carry it on.. in spite of it all.. leaving a life of ease and comfort behind us...

[eyesinthedark]

For who could be sure.. what treasures await.. and the adventures that might find us...

[eyesinthedark]

Who do we face.. what do we face.. creature with tail and firey breath?

[eyesinthedark]

No more an army of headless horsemen.. without honor, wisdom or depth...

[statiktech]

Pursuant of life and death congruent - entombed in flux of movement.

[pardon my style if it's less than artsy. My poetry usually accompanies a beat.]

[Fixed Cross]

Eyes, any chance you can condense these lines into one? By "one line at a time" I meant one line per poster, at a time.

Pursuant of life and death congruent - entombed in flux of movement.

I'd say this is rather exceedingly than less than artsy. I appreciate differences in style between the lines.

We rode until many prisoners had collapsed, then set up camp, and tried to make fire.

[Pezerocles]

The sacrifices were prepared and the Fire Masters were summoned.

[Fixed Cross]

Wine was poured and wounds were treated, and soon smoke began to rise.

[statiktech]

Give us not to the shadows in shackles, but silhouetted in battle.

[Fixed Cross]

We rise at daybreak.

[Fixed Cross]

Give us not to the shadows in shackles, but silhouetted in battle.

So sounded our call to the fire, which now fed the deathly sky with smoke.

[Pezerocles]

As the sun began to creep over the plains and the mountains, the brotherhood had broken fast and were gathering in the Silver Quarters.

[Fixed Cross]

The Golden Heads closed in and the Emerald Eye came into focus.