Random poetry ending up on TBMF, how strange.
It did however start me thinking
and I came up with a limerick.... or two.
Please be kind...... it is my first time also
There was amarksman in Mordheim.
Who blithely assumed he'd be fine.
He sadly expired,
When his handgun missfired,
And he rolled a one his last time. ( except for his injury roll )
A Nightrunner of little or no fame.
Was forced to sit out the next game,
When on an ill advised rush,
He had a close brush,
With a swordsman of unmentionable name. (his name was deadly Doug )
An unlucky Slayer was once feared.
With two axes his enemies he cleared,
But he was brought low,
With a critical blow.
And ended up having his beard sheared.
A shambling crpse named of Jo.
In movement was incredably slow.
But with enmies near,
He charged in and caused fear.
And could shrug off many a blow.
It's a life in the cult that you're living?
For mutations choose one that keeps giving.
Scorpion tail or a claw,
Can give you lots more,
And hideous is only usefull at the begining.