Now, mostly, the warlord loves his acoustic.
When it is needed, however, the warlord likes to plug in his mighty cable.
It is his channel, his electricity, conformed to a insulated tube.
Once plugged in, it welds a creative force that is to be reckoned with.
The Warlord keeps his tunes close to his heart. He stores each original masterpiece within a book.
The book is his collection, his soul, expressed on paper.
Thousands of ideas, congealed into form. Flowing like holy fire.
Day 001
The Day was calm today. Not much more than a trout to stir in the brook to get an ample rise out of me.
I polished my armor and sharpened the sword for good measure. Then plunged into the space of the nearby meadows in search of an adventure. Fruitless, were my ventures however, only finding a new fig tree blending in a misty grove. I tasted of it's offerings and found my self quite satisfied after the fact.
My hut is holding up well and I haven't seen a spot of rain. Local farmers tell me it's the dry season. This is good as I still have to prepare my camp to suite my needs. Things are looking up and I am in high spirits.
I happened to come along a carving in a tree which I quickly etched onto a fitting sized scrap of birch bark. I have included it with today's entry.
Well then, I must prepare for the days to come. I still have yet to build a sturdy fire pit for gatherings and warmth.
And so, as it is written, I will end this entry with song.
La-da da da de de la-da te da... La-da da da de de La-ta le da.
The Warlord has many foes. Each one more vial and deceitful than the next.
He battles the evil in the world with his mighty axe and silences the wicked back from whence they came.
His pleasing harmonies and thunderous guitar riffs echo with great volume to shatter the forsaken foes like fragile match sticks.
From Chaos, the Warlord brings calm and a sense of well being to cancel out the darkness from the light.
The Warlord's, golden pick, the most sacred thing ever imaginable. He won it in a fierce battle with an opponent from the netherworld.
Some say it is enchanted with a holy might, others see it as just a simple piece of plastic. He holds it sternly when playing, moving ever so slightly to reach his desired pitches. It is his tool for his instrument. It never leaves his person. It is an extension of himself and of his being.
When not playing his acoustic, the Warlord loves to play his 7-String with the Drop D tuning. He enjoys the lower sound because of the Grainy sound.
After a long day the Warlord likes to take time to ponder and reflect on his life. Here is a picture of him relaxing with his merry band.
While he enjoys his adventures and journeys he thrives on relaxing after a long day.
The Warlord survives alone. In a hut on the beach. Where he plays his music all day long.
He loves watching the seagulls in June as they sweep down in search of scraps of food.
He catches fish to sustain himself and occasionally catches the rare crab as a tasty treat.
Often, woodland creatures join him as he plays by campfire. Enticing others with his humble presence.
He needs no one, but seeks the friendship of people in the nearby costal towns.
The Warlords one true weakness, his heart. Battered and Battle Damaged, the Warlord defends it with Nobility and Plate Mail.
It is scarred and wounded, in need of repair.
The Warlord wears his heart on his sleeve, like a shiny medal, to remind others of the weary and tired in hopes for a brighter tomorrow.
Every Knight has a sword. It is a requirement. The Warlord is proficient with many fighting styles and uses his weapon only when it is noble. Being a musician, he believes heavyly in his trusty pen, and doesn't draw his sword unless it is to the death and only to defeat true evil.
This mighty axe was ordained by the heaven's to aid the warlord with his soothing music. It is his instrument, his life's blood. He punishes the wicked with ease from this holy tool.
This solitary Knight keeps a watchful eye over his band of refugees, Invoking the spirit realm when it comes to his mastery. He aids his gentle companions with his mellow rhythms and happy times.
This is my first offical post to this blog.
In case you don't know, I run guitarwarlord.com, where metal rules and punkers drool.
The purpose of this blog is to showcase new artwork and writings published by me and my cohorts.
I hope you enjoy..
