Fantroll-of-Doom

"Kennen Sie die Legende, wie wir gekommen zu sein?" asked the storyteller, his voice like silk. "Einmal, vor langer Zeit, da war der Mensch. Und wo war der Mensch, es war böse. Dieses Übel in Form von Tonhöhe, eine dunkle Kreatur, die befallenen die Schatten der Welt. Eines Tages, als er gerade aus einer ganzen Karawane von Zigeunern zu füttern war, trat ihr Anführer vor. 'Tonhöhe.", Sagte der Mann, stark wie ein Bär und weise wie der Wolf. "Nicht von uns zu ernähren. Wir ermüden dieses sterblichen Ebene und wünschen dir zu folgen.", Sagte er. Das war nicht wahr, aber der Mann wollte sein Volk zu retten. Tonhöhe lachte seine öligen Lachen u

Binge Lucas wandered the streets, scouring the night for prey. He walked tall, eyes picking up every detail. Lucas had bleach blond hair an dazzling honey eyes. He knew they were orange. Humans just called them honey to calm themselves down.  He wore a simple gray t-shirt with a flowing white button up on top. He had black jump boots and a pair of skinny jeans on. He looked good.  Lucas swung his cane in a circle, an exact replica of Alex DeLarge's. Even a creature of the night appreciates good movies. His nose twitched as his ears picked up the sharp little gasp of the human female ahead of him.  She stared as he passed, stunned by L

You ruled over a great kingdom once, seas would rise when you gave the word. It was a great land, a land of bells and lanterns. The streets were lined with shops by day, and by night the streets were flooded with parades and partygoers. You used to role the dice, felt the fear in your enemies' eyes. One day a champion rode into your capitol. He cried that his mistress wanted to fight for control of the territories. You laughed and agreed to battle. You sent out your greatest armies, watching as she slowly destroyed you. You watched the battlefields burn, listened to the bells toll, signaling invaders. Filled with rage you demanded that every