Flamehorn

Just for You You cried a tear for me, Yet I had to go and flee, A kiss upon your lips. My hand upon your hips. You snuggled into my chest, Gaining a well-earned rest. I'll make them go away For hurting you ill make them pay. Hurting her, hurting you Make them spray with roux For you ill do anything If you asked, off a cliff I'd make myself fling Just for you, just for you © of Flamehorn

Fadagarth followed uniformly in the charge toward the ruined city of Osgiliath. Lord Faramir spurred his steed on, his knights copying exactly. Fadagarth lowered his spear as he prepared to enter the ruins. But it was a trap. An uncountable number of Mordor Orcs appeared, hastily made bows at the ready. An Orc General appeared, with a look of a farm hog, in his left hand he clasped a flag, a flag with the symbol of the eye. He dropped the flag down, and a black shadow came down upon the Gondorians. A crude barbed arrow caught Lord Faramir, knocking him of his steed, foot trapped in the stirrups. Many more of Fadagarth's countrymen fell in the

Chapter 1 Cpl. Leonar Darquin, 3rd battalion, A company, 1st Platoon, XI Cadian regiment Journal Date: Unknown Month: Unknown Year: Unknown Century: 41st Day 1 Today we arrived on the Xenos infested world of Anos IV. Not much action seen today. Maybe it will get better… Cpl. Leonar Darquin, 3rd battalion, A company, 1st Platoon, XI Cadian regiment Journal Day 69 Running out of supplies, death numbers rising daily. The line is holding, barely. I hope to the Emperor it stays that way… Cpl. Leonar Darquin, 3rd battalion, A company, 1st Platoon, XI Cadian regiment Journal Day 71 The line has broken. There all around us and in between