"You are not a king because you are above your people. You are not a king because you are better than your people. You are a king because you have shown that you are up to the task." The man in his officious robes stood before the young man seated on the throne, hands outstretched and waving as he droned about the duties of a king, of being the servant of the people, rather than their master.
"Can we just get the coronation over with?" the young man finally ventured. Some of the members of the court who looked on breathed a sigh of relief, while the Voice stopped short. Apparently he was the only one not annoyed by the interruption.
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Half-Elf, Half-Dwarf
Arctus looked up ahead at the light flickering from the cabin window. He could see all across the large grassy meadow between the edge of the woods where he stood and home. The herdsmen had taken the sheep home by now. He had one rabbit with him and a whole lot of empty snares. There was no denying it. He just wasnt meant to be a trapper. The locals said anyone with elven blood was a good hunter. But then the locals assumed that elves were better at everything, from hunting to singing to walking. What was that they always said? Anything a man can do, an elf can do while balancing on a tightrope made with a si
We climb up, up
Away from the dim, dim Metro.
The stairs move beneath my feet
The sky is grey and heavy with clouds
The air bites with a chill
Should have brought a coat.
Im a Minnesotan
Im tougher than this.
But I should have brought a coat.
On solid concrete again, looking
In a wide arc.
Green grass and trees
Interspersed with gravel and blacktop,
Surrounded on all sides by huge
Buildings, trying to look impressive
on this chilled
DC day.
People.
Theyre all over today.
At the popcorn stands
The hotdog stands
Flowing in and out of the museums.
I look around again
There arent any true shops here
Shake.
Toss.
Clatter.
Lets see thats thirteen plus six. Nineteen.
Nineteen. Thats a hit.
The paladin swings his sword and nearly shears the griffins wing off.
Okay, now its his turn.
Another player picks up the small plastic jewel.
Twenty sides.
Icosahedron.
Shake.
Toss.
Clatter.
A natural one. Thats a miss.
The wizards spell fizzles in her hand.
The master sits across from us, behind his screen.
The griffin attacks the paladin.
Shake.
Toss.
Clatter.
Natural twenty. Thats a critical.
The griffins claws rip the paladins mail, leaving deep, almost fatal wounds.
Ho
If god was a potato would we love the light the shadow of sleep hangs over my mind and body chalk scratching across the board people scratching across the street ideas scratching across the internet planet scratching across the velvet-stretched sky.
If god was a princess would she have the head of a beautiful woman with the body of a cucumber the marx brothers doing mad libs with an alligator pie.
Heroic couplets dance across the floor,
Until they find their way up to the door.
And tumble out with last week's laundry.
If god was a gong who's to say freedom wouldn't ring poem scratching across the page words scratching across the madness