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A Poem by Solariette:
I sit here and perhaps scribe in vain, But tis what I do to let go this pain. I know I write of what others can also tell, The disgust I hold for those traitors and fell. Those rotten cowards who attack by force Those who're alone, no group as a protective source. And other fell, yes they fight alone, But with no honor, no true courage shown. These lands are o'er taken by evil hearts, The lands ruled by refuse in so many parts. We have brave Justices who seek to regain order But they cannot protect us past a town's border. So what choices Therans do we hold? How will this fight against evil unfold? What can we do to succeed against these vermin Who plague our lives and seem to mostly win? Is there no way to win back these, our Theran lands? Can we not hold peace again within our hands? Surely there is more we can do to fight against those who slay, And take from us that sweet peace each day. A Poem by Titasher: Twas the Month of the Old Forces Where I walked without a lantern I sought to find pretty horses But I wandered to a strange tavern Never have I been to such a place I often drank wine and firebreather There I was with a misguided face The drunken tavern served neither Corting the bar man served drinks A dwarf beginning to go insane I was dazed and could not think He poured me glass of new champagne I write this poem in appreciation For opening such a wonderful tavern The drink gave a fabulous sensation My new favorite, all from no lantern. A Poem by Deliris: These lands we walk, Are blessed with heros, Either warriors of clerics, But I am here to tell you, Of a paladin known to most, A paladin of many virtues, A paladin named Grablen Klept. He was a child not long ago, Brought here by fate and luck, Joined the halls of paladins, And pursued his own track. During his journeys and advancing in guild, He set a new standard for paladins to be, As deviant and cunning as he had been, In defeating his enemies of different mean. Today you can see him on the street, With a sign of outcast on his cheek, Some say that he had earned it, Others think that he had not, Whether they were right or wrong, You can chose for your own, As I will pass on the story, That I've heard on my own. As the paladin was fighting a shaman, Mrakol challenged him like a bloodlusting goblin, But being busy with the shaman, He had no choice but to sigh and say nay. After hours of fighting, the battle had ended, And Grablen head back to town while limping, He met a nasty surprise of bashing, From the warrior called Mrakol. Grablen still was able to fight, Won the warrior with the length of an arm, And due to insolence from the past, Grablen was sure to make an example, And teach a lesson of behaviour - He ended the neutral warriors life. Not long after he duels another warrior Called Trog, to whom the paladin forfeited, Which was followed by a fatal slash. When the paladin returned, there was nothing there, As that had been taken care of by Trog and Mrakol. All of you dear readers, who agree or perhaps do not on whether Grablens actions, ending a cunning neutral warriors life, deserved an outcast, send myself a scroll with your opinion on the matter. If you have a poem, send it to the Heralds to have your work showcased in the Mystique! |
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