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CREATIVE PIECES --------------- Treachery by Ankaro Sajirastales The sun someone will run into a stew for who, who knew that he'd fall through his greed ensue your gold he takes this bond he breaks and you go to the moon. --- My Beautiful Gloves I wish to tell you about my pretty white gloves that are forever stained with the blood of giants. The story begins with me being quite bored. With barely anyone around Thera, I set out to a different place, a hot, exotic place, filled with various volcanos on the verge of explosion. If you ever wonder where it is I go, when I am not around the taverns drinking, this is where I am! Now, I have quite the amazingly, humble abode built there. I am quite the builder too it seems. One day, I was relaxing at my desk writing my wonderous piece about the naked pirates, when in came a gi-normous, hugemungous fire giant, ready to tear of my head and and use it for their soup-bowl... Now, if anyone knows me, I was not going to let this happen! I used these 'spells' that my guildhall teaches me to make the giant think that I was attacking him with dragons and spectres. Wow, he is just super, super silly. He was almost beating on himself! Now, with him weak and foolish, I took my dagger and began stabbing him in the kneecaps! After hours he finally fell to the ground and at that moment, I punched in his skull with my bare hands! Blood splattered all over me, robes, coat, gloves... Everwhere! I was able to wash it all off, with the exception of my gloves. I feel the blood is there to warn all, that I do not lie about my super, super strength! And that, my friends, is how the gloves came to be... -Artos the Miniature Drunkard |
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