About the Great Warrior

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A dim-witted dork directed me to devise a delicate yet distinguishable declaration of the use of the dominant letter of my designation. Yet I find it dexterously duck soup! Pardon the dialect, that someone of my distinction would have any difficulty at all with such a diminutive deed. Daring and dapper, I see no defense for dazzling damsels to drove in my direction. Despite the dire dilemma, I am still demure Derek. Do not deem me distant or deviant, for it is my deference to meet you and you may call me Derekus!

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

The Time For Waiting is Over...I give you...


Yan Jung @ Black Locust

The once cursed Black Locust emerged triumphant like a phoenix and transformed (Henshin!) into the greatest bard and teller of tales. He sings of the heroics and epic tales of the raid. He wields his mighty axe which can raise morale and turn the tide of any battle.











Removing the curse.

Truth:

The Black Locust once played and held a note for 23 hours strait just by plucking the string once and vibrating the air around it with his mouth.
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