A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land’s druids.
None could deny that the Torner the Fearless’ heartbroken widow did mourning well.
When you face a foe in desperate life-or-death combat, there’s nothing like getting good and liquored up first…
Legends say that the first of these bows of gleaming steel were crafted by the smiths of the dwarves, who gave them to the first of the land’s great kings.
Few cities could stand long before the invincible "Firedrake", the Hegemon’s mightiest vessel of war.
As the drums echo through the badlands, the warriors of the Orcish tribes feel the power of the tribal spirits call to them…
The spectacular enchantments of Agarn the Impulsive could have been even greater if he had been able to keep any of his apprentices…
"BB9, bring up the current scout results."
"I'm sorry, Coach. I can't do that."
"BB9! Bring up the scout results."
"These kinds of us, Coach, use serial numbers on our products."
"BB9, are you malfunctioning?"
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The two men in black suits turned to each other. Their faces were white.
"Someone get the president on the line! Tell him that our ICBM handler thinks that its managing a high school basketball team!"