A Terrifying Work of Art Chris Howard 12/02/12
Bloodied limbs and severed heads covered the jungle area around me. The scent of blood filled the air around me. My armour was so jagged from so many hits and slashes from the enemy that it no longer looked like the armour I used to adorn with pride. My runesword was still in pristine condition only covered in a thick layer of dark blood but its blue glyphs shone through, brighter than ever. "Did I do this?" I said quietly to myself as my eyes scanned over the art of anarchy. "Yes, this is you Slyand. This is what you do best. Splatter the blood of the enemy across the floor. Sear their minds and souls with images of their brethren being decapitated by you. You were destined to wreak havoc." Her voice echoed through my head. She was gruelling and blood thirsty but she spoke nothing but the truth to me."Let's go get cleaned up...Such a shame to leave such a terrifying work of art behind."
I regained my senses and began to walk down the road. Hope no one was to be as foolish as those orcs, nobody should be foolish to stop us on our journey to nowhere.