Ö: Namgarr barbarian 2

Text: Erik Rosenborg

They may look down on me, seeing the weak hide in the shadows, sensing the prowler in the night just outside the reach of light. The truth is, they are the fools to seek it, when the undergrowth holds nothing but the promise of invisibility, stealth, and the first strike. I tell them often and loudly to seek these, the winding paths of shadow, the footfall of silence, for only through being Nothing until Something must be done can we achieve a swift victory. They listen rarely, but how amusing it is that when -I- decide, the prey is always ours to find. One day they will learn.
The smell of blood on the wind, the cracking of bones on the run, the felling of prey. How can there be anything greater than a hunt well-done? Nothing but action will bring us forward, and forward is the only way of action. These two, were they truly in charge we would be as a tree, ever still, ever waiting. The one below would see us dance around in the darkness, a lowly creature unfit f