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Songs, Stories and Such
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Love Poem from Shadowviper to Misty
Oh my lovely lady fair
My soul cries if you're not there
I remember well the day i met you
The day when my heart was set on fire by you
I want to hold you in my arms
And protect you from all harms
If you decide to visit the lands
You won't find me with empty hands
I'll always have a present for you
And if it is my love to you
Twas a normal day in Cosrin
Oh my lovely lady fair
but, even in Shadowteal's house?
We knew he wasn't home
but we went inside anyhow
And what to my wandering eyes appear
8 little girl's show and a blue wedding garter?
Struken with fright, we ran out of the house
and from that very day, I do proclaim
"I'll never look at Shadowteal the same way!"
Poem by Lee Gold
Once a jolly Cleric, and a magic-using Elf,
And a mighty Dwarf with a sword plus three
Left their native village - out to get their share of pelf.
You bash the Banrog, while I climb the tree.
First they met a Goblin - with a fire-breathing Hound.
They bashed and they smashed and they scragged them with glee.
Afterwards they searched them - and a Magic Potion found.
You bash the Banrog, while I climb the tree.
The low Wisdom Swordsman picked it up and drank it down,
Changed to a Wolf immediately.
No one could Dispell it, so they headed back to town.
You bash the Banrog, while I climb the tree.
Then a loud voice bellowed, "Who has slain the Goblin King?"
Round turned our heroes; what did they see?
Swooping down upon them was a Banrog on the wing.
You bash the Banrog, while I climb the tree.
"Help," screamed the Cleric; "Ditto," yelled the Elven Mage.
The Wolf whimpered low - and he tried to flee.
The Banrog fell upon them, and his flames began to rage;
You bash the Banrog, while I climb the tree.
They ran through the forest, looking for a place to hide,
Pursued by the Banrog, so fierce to see.
"Wait," cried the Elf Mage; "I have got a plan," he lied.
"You bash the Banrog, while I climb the tree."
Once a mighty Banrog slew a Cleric and an Elf
And a smallish Wolf who had teeth plus three,
Skinned them and tanned their hides...and kept them on a closet shelf.
You bash the Banrog, while I climb the tree.
The Twelve Days of Kalimas,
By Melizande
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On the twelfth day of KALIMAS, my true love gave to me...
...Twelve fighters forging...
...Eleven shamans healing...
...Ten thieves unlocking...
...Nine gems a-glowing...
...Eight monks a-praying...
...Seven jell's a-stunning...
...Six Heroes helping...
...Fiiiiiiiiive RECALL Riiiiiiiiings.......
...Four Spider hairs...
...Three Silver pins...
...Two spitting trolls....
...and a Hero Owl perched in a hidden treeeeeee.
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Poem by Tethoril
Comes the dawn, so clear and bright,
the sun raises up it's sleepy head,
dappling the ground with rays of light,
where Rangers are the first to tread.
Oh, mighty Ashwood, forest deep,
your leaves begin to quiver, shake,
arise now from your peaceful sleep,
the Rangers call for you to wake!
Stretch out your boughs of emerald green,
O'er the leaf strewn forest floor,
such beauty I have seldom seen,
where Rangers wander, evermore.
Harken! Hear the hunting horn!
Arise, Awaken, face the sun!
We call to all the forest born,
for Rangers work is never done.
When darkness falls across the land,
besieging us with evil vile,
It is here we make our stand,
as Rangers fight for mile upon mile.
And every root, of every tree,
shall be a hazard to our foe!
In a forest fierce and free,
where Rangers fight with staff and bow.
Here fighting fiercly we will be,
struggling with all our hearts, and will,
and when evil beaten, doth finally flee,
the Rangers shall remain here still.
So comes the dawn in all it's might!
Over the forest, it's light is shed,
pushing back the dark long night,
where Rangers are the first to tread.
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