Hi KaW, I thought that I would do a series of stories, about KaW, so sit back and read... Part One. His eyes dropped to the ground and stayed there a long time. The stories of the great prophet Moose were beginning to come true. First the earth had shook, then the sea had fallen, then the air had spun, now the fire was raging. He stood there now, watching the fire blaze his village. The four elements had awaken, now the Warbeast would arrive, destroying the world as we know it, he would have to gather an army, one strong enough to take the lands of tales, the land of the depraved. He had visited the next town over, they had given him some worse troops, mainly pikemen and scouts. He had hoped he'd have had better luck, but luck was forgotten in a land this war ridden. Only the rich could survive. He had arrived in the port town, and hired twenty boats and a bunch of rag tag soldiers, only one proper fighting force, the Paladins. They were to set off at morning if they stood any chance at stopping the Warbeast. It would be like nothing else, ever. They had set off that morning, in the boats, it was a fine day, but was getting a bit choppier as the day went by, dark clouds culminating in the distance, his face dropped as a massive wave, not quite a tsunami raged toward the fleet, as big as the fleet was, the navigators would have to do a fine job at not being succumbed by the giant wave. Fortunatly only one ship was destroyed in the freak wave. That was when they saw it, perched on the edge of reality, a giant squid was floating on the surface. That's when he heard the whispers of despair resonate around his ship, the stories were true, there were monsters, a name was carried through the winds "Z'uthmerak" Please post what you think, just please no... Thanks, LocoLoki
It's called English, if you stuggle to learn it I can reccomend Mandarin, German, Spanish, or even maybe French
Moose the almighty prophet, was an orange tan bed superstar, now hes green with envy at the top 3 leaderboards