heidra-melath

Description

Singing Monk dwarf (Mountain), acolyte.

I jumped into a tavern brawl, with my trusty hands I threw a flurry o’ blows, to see what would land A fast lad clenched my fist, in a stroke’a good luck We’ve been holding hand since that day, and sometimes even fuck

I always roll my bed, extra-super tight No air between the threads, no uncomfy nights I take this precaution, er’y single day It wrings out the liquids o’ my bed-wettin shame

I used to be a Goliath, 5 goblins tall. Till I fought 5 goblins, and the bastards chopped me down. Now I seek revenge and love, as I hobble all around. I’m a freak that can’t buy pants that fit, much less a weddin’ gown.

I used to have a husband, who was really quite an ass But his breath perfumed of flowers, and his dick: sweet licorice I ran away anyway, and met up with a very kindly lass. Though she smelled quite sour, I’d rather lick her ish.

I rest on no laurels, I got nottin’ to my name. I rarely fight but If I win, I proll’y cheated at the game. I’m really not impressive, so understand this right: You’re quite a lowly piece of shit when you lose this fight.

In the tavern outhouse, squatted or’ the pit, I let my body do it’s thing, and took a slimy shit. Leaning deep over, peering deep into the lou; I saw what looked a whole lot like poo that reminded me of you.