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Dear Christian fat man.
I have given people a reason to stand up for themselves i have gotten rid of every stump but alas my horse died in combat. Can i have a hardy war horse.
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The Bear Cave
in Book of Houses
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The shouts the roars always heard but never seen,
In the beginning they were nothing but filthy Norsemen savage Norse men from the north. With nothing known of the riches awaited for them they sailed to a new land. Gaining new knowledge, new power and an army of men to lead.
After being attacked by an army when they had nothing but shovels they built and built and became the Bear Men of Valdrheim. very few men still lead Valdrheim but here are some names to know, Vega the one true king, William the Slippery, Hollow the Sweet Tea lover, Hutoro the soft spoken, Vadik The bard of the gods, Spades the man who likes hitting things, Frugal the architect of the gods, Aaron with the willpower of 10 men, Warden the bone breaker and Percival The Moist loves the company of man, Krazy the archer to rule them all, Falkarn the sharpshooter.
Heres a song of some of our tales...
Men, take your seat. For this will knock yous off your feet With nothing but shovels An army of men we beat They stood like cowards against us, and with the eyes of great disgust, they witnessed their slaughter; With weapons we returned with bloodlust.
Raise your mug in the air, With the fire in your eye, make the weaklings run, cry, and whine. For in the end we alone shall stand in this grime ‘cause we are the Bear Men of Valdrheim!
Rode to Valor, The battle against them was sure, Absolute victory It made the loss feel like lure; From out of the plains did arise, An unfaithful plot they devised, Those filthy weak Maples They killed us with nothing but lies;
Raise your mug in the air, with the fire in your eye, make the weaklings run, cry, and whine. For in the end we alone shall stand in this grime ‘cause we are the Bear Men of Valdrheim!
No souls shared their love, When we were to slaughter the dove, Our pockets were full But the beloved we couldn’t catch hold of. The tournament still stood before us, And just as smooth as the chorus, Our champion won As we repelled their pathetic forces; Raise your mug in the air,
With the fire in your eye, make the weaklings run, cry, and whine. For in the end we alone shall stand in this grime ‘cause we are the Bear Men of Valdrheim!
The templars struck, It’s too bad they tested their luck, We took off their boots And we made them dance in the muck; The templars were now to be fought, And the truth of it all mattered naught, For adventure and grandeur and rapture We’d feast on the lot;
Raise your mug in the air, with fire in your eye, make the weaklings run, cry, and whine. For in the end we alone shall stand in this grime ‘cause we are the Bear Men of Valdrheim!
Raise your mug in the air, with a tear in your eye, time has come now to bid me goodbye. For in the end we alone shall stand in this grime ‘cause we are the Bear Men of Valdrheim!