Oh, maker

Just edited this to the OP:
The coming of Varric the Paragon of Manliness was an event that had been prophesied in dwarven history: an event that would lead to the total destruction of the darkspawns and the reclamation of all the lost thaigs. The citizens of Orzammar, adapted to mere mortal masculinity, could not bear to look upon the sheer radiance of the Paragon. The city wept at the Light of Manliness, weeping collectively, every man, woman and child gathered in the streets, their pale faces staring at the strangers in their midst, as the stones were brightened by the sheer aura of manliness
Most wept as the healing and blissful light projected by the Paragon reflected off the streets into their faces. The Paragon's berserker guards walked in a slow, regal parade. The ground trembled, quite literally, with their rhythmic tread. They walked in great, grinding phalanxes, different formations wearing armor of black, of gold, of royal purple or charcoal gray. These men are giants among dwarves, towering above the tallest city guards, just as the guards towered above the citizens of Orzammer. Leading the giants was a sun incarnated in dwarven skin; a god in a dwarf's flesh; his manliness uncontainable in a sheath of flesh and bone. Those brave enough to look upon Him directly were blinded for daring to gaze at His raw sex appeal. Those afflicted spent the rest of their lives sightless but for the image of the living dwarven sex god flash-flamed into their dead retinas. At the end of the broad road leading to Bhelen's palace in the Diamond Quarter, the King stood, waiting for the Paragon to approach.
I've never had so much fun with a thread

Note that I paraphrased an article about the Emperor of Mankind
Modifié par VampireSoap, 20 septembre 2013 - 10:49 .