March 4th, 2011

An Obituary from Blackwing Descent

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

–Fire and Ice
–Robert Frost

Heroic Atramedes, the blind dragon who could hear a pin drop, died today after a prolonged encounter with Grandeur’s raiding team. Some might say said encounter with Grandeur’s raiding team was too prolonged. In fact, some might say that certain priests lost more of their ever dwindling supply of hair during the evening as they stood sentinel at the dragon’s demise. In any event, it was an ongoing illness which resulted in his death. Let us take a moment to ponder those things that Atramedes held dear, such as his favorite television show:

So great was the creature’s affection for The Gong Show, this rare item was discovered on his loot table, a picture of his favorite people:

And of course, Atramedes had decorated his lair with his favorite items:

Atramedes also had a favorite song, as you might imagine. Being blind, music and poetry were the things he enjoyed most.

And his favorite band was, of course, the pyschedelic rock band Gong led by none other than Daevid Allen. (I am not kidding. This dude exists.)

For those among you who were unfamiliar with our dear departed, the poor creature may have been visually imparied, but that never got him down. He had a refined sense of smell as indicated here where he can be seen to be scenting the air for prey…or perhaps that was just Moonsilver’s dirty drawers he had picked up…

But most of all, Atramedes had a wonderful sense of hearing. In fact, it was necessary to tread quietly in the beast’s lair for fear that he might hear you and lay upon you the ultimate indignity. Fortunately, those who ventured to visit him were provided with a safety device: the sound meter. Think of it like one of those radioactivity meters that the guys at the nuclear power plants have to wear. Only in this case, the results are a bit more…immediate.

But alas, none of these defenses could help the poor beast stand against the onslaught of Grandeur’s raid force. However, so valiant was the creature that we gathered about his remains and here, offer a tribute to him in verse.

Let us bow our heads in a moment of silence in tribute to the fallen Atramedes…Okay, that’s enough of that. I hear tell that Lord Victor has a pet snake. Let’s go play with it. MAGMAWWWWWW. HEREEEEE LITTLE SNAKEY! COME OUT AND PLAY MAGMAWWWWWW…..

(As usual, our fearless hunter Teribleterry, he of the wicked aimed shots and the amazing processor speed along with copious video storage capabilities, has once again paid homage to our kill. Enjoy.)

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