Horns blew mournful in the twilight as the king on the ramparts stared, square-jawed yet fearlessly grim, out over the plain. Where hundreds of campfires blazed merrily as the besieging orcs roasted the battle-dead. Perhaps they’d leave when they ran out of sauce.#epic fantasy
— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 10, 2018
Now the ghost with the warhorn winds a parting note
Eerie echoes answer mournful from every glade
When silence comes, the undead rise and darkly float
Answering the call, to join the growing legion of shade
…— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 10, 2018
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Every hero’s star rises, or dims and starts to slide
No lasting fame most of them have in store
A paltry, O so paltry few shall in legend abide
The rest shall be forgotten, their names recalled no more— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 10, 2018
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Every hero’s star rises, or dims and starts to slide
No lasting fame most of them have in store
A paltry, O so paltry few shall in legend abide
The rest shall be forgotten, their names recalled no more— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 10, 2018