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You call yourself a Bardbarian?
I challenge thee!

The thunder gods are laughing
Upon the mountain height
And in the valley blazes
Five hundred torches bright

Our steel is black and evil
We have no kin or caste
And when we kick your drawbridge down
We'll fuck you in the aaaaaaaaaaaasssssss!

>>97993961
>quest
>>>/qst/

>>97994890
>no fun allowed
fucking hate nu/tg/

>>97994890
>>97995605

The iron hag has talons
The dragon's balls are hot
I slay the spiteful demon-whore
With a scroll of Banish Thott

>>97995605
It's better than having 15 quests on the board.

>>97995605
It's just a bot, ignore it

>>97996473
Having bots is better than having threads that can be automatically filtered, isn't it?

>>97993961
>>97994731
>>97995721
What game?

>>98000935
/tg/ - Everything But Games

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>>98000935
The thread was about to disappear, before you bumped it.
So you tell me.

Wavering spearheads flicker,
Sheet-fire over the faces of doomed men.
Their lives water the ground like storm-wash;
And bird calls fill the silence left behind.
You who lie pierced-through
There on the bank, another is dying,
His horse grazes nearby.
A king rode by in the morning,
Was borne back at eventide.
Gladly he went, his spirit was weal;
His servants are pale now
Their ring-giver dead.
In sorrow they scattered,
And became as foreigners
In the land where their fathers lay buried.
They have rent their steel shirts to ringlets,
And bent their death-brands to ribbons,
And these covered over with the earth and their lord.

OH

THERE ONCE WAS A HERO NAMED RAGNAR THE RED WHO CAME RIDING TO WHITERUN FROM OLE RORIKSTEAD

AND THE BRAGGART DID SWAGGER AND BRANDISH HIS BLADE AS HE TOLD OF BOLD BATTLES AND THE GOLD HE HAD MADE

BUT THEN HE WENT QUIET DID RAGNAR THE RED WHEN HE MET THE SHIELDMAIDEN MATHILDA WHO SAID

"OH YOU TALK AND YOU LIE AND YOU DRINK ALL OUR MEAD NOW I THINK IT'S HIGH TIME THAT YOU LIE DOWN AND BLEED"

AND SO CAME THE CLASHING AND SLASHING OF STEEL AS THE BRAVE LASS MATHILDA CHARGED IN FULL OF ZEAL

AND THE BRAGGART NAMED RAGNAR WAS BOASTFUL NO MORE

WHEN HIS UGLY RED HEAD ROLLED AROUND ON THE FLOOR

I slay the lusty goblin wench
With the sword of quivering pork
No wizard can dismay me
'Cause magic is for dorks
My backstory is fleeting
It's only eight lines long
I bragged about my genitals
And then I wrote this song.

>>97993961
>>97994731
Not your personal blog, nogames

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>>98008356
The sward is green, the shadows long
The river's course is running long.
The windy willows softly breathe
And in the thread some faggot seethes.

I wrote every shitty poem and limerick in this thread besides OP's and Ragnar The Red, so it kinda is