Baron Feta watched Damn load all his knives in their respective places, donned his leathers, slung his crossbow on his back, loaded his quiver with bolts and strapped it to his hip, and grabbed his mace. The madman rolled his shoulders, picked a bit of sludge from his teeth, burped, spat, and finally strode out of his room ready for war.
Damn Buckaroo climbed the battlements and surveyed his enemies. His allies steered clear of him. They all thought he looked quite mad. An assessment that was right on target given that they all held a laymen’s opinion and not that of a certified psychiatrist.
The misadventures of Damn Buckaroo continue in this, the second volume of the Second Fall series, Beyond the Prick!
Baron Feta watched Damn load all his knives in their respective places, donned his leathers, slung his crossbow on his back, loaded his quiver with bolts and strapped it to his hip, and grabbed his mace. The madman rolled his shoulders, picked a bit of sludge from his teeth, burped, spat, and finally strode out of his room ready for war.
Damn Buckaroo climbed the battlements and surveyed his enemies. His allies steered clear of him. They all thought he looked quite mad. An assessment that was right on target given that they all held a laymen’s opinion and not that of a certified psychiatrist.
The misadventures of Damn Buckaroo continue in this, the second volume of the Second Fall series, Beyond the Prick!