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One of elven blood, one scoundrel with no luck,
A Bard living with Honor, a rogue haunted by Sacrifice.
Where two misfits meet, heated sparks fly,
When the dust settled, their tenacity skied.

They fought the Lich at Ravensmoor,
Piled the corpse in Crags and more.
Cleared the Reapers in Greymark forest,
Finally exhausted in the depths of hilt Fortress.

By a cruel twist of fate they met,
Through it a friendship a bond begat.
Who knows what their future may bring,
From a nested forest their legend begin…..

The story of Honor and her Sacrifice.

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Dark is the night, dark is the day,
This dark path leads far and away,
Travel it I must, and fear it I must not,
Whatever lurks will surely drop,
By my trusty axe, embedded in its skull,
Victory through Valour,
Strength through Courage,
Sacrifice my Virtues I will not,
But my blood and sweat, I shall freely give.
This day will be mine, you can have the night,
By the end of the day, our triumphs they will shout,
From the highest of steeples,
Come ye oh come ye, from far and wide,
Come see the Champions of Britannia’s Pride,
Fear not the dark of day or night,
For the Avatar hath returned,
Bringing the Light.

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Reaper, Reaper, where are you?
I have some nice fire to show you.
Crafted this arrow because of you,
Need to show you as soon as I find you.

Reaper, Reaper, don’t hide.
Everything is more scared than you.
Forest dwellers don’t attack,
because they know the strength inside of you.

Reaper, Reaper, I found you.
Sitting all dormant thinking if I don’t see him or her.
They won’t see me too.
But we do see you with no leaves out.

As may as I might, as good as a fight.
Reaper, Reaper, I bested you – finally.

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The battle had ended
and that’s when I spied her –
surrounded by dead,
a magnificent spider.

There we were, the spider and I.
Facing each other. Eye to eye.
Corpses of people and spiders all ’round…
all but us dead, and nary a sound.

As we studied each other with cautious respect
I lowered my weapon, for I could detect
a sad, lonely tear in one of her eyes –
and what happened next came as quite a surprise.

She lifted a leg, and placed it on me
then beckoned I follow her under a tree.
It was there we discovered a passion so great
that the spider and I decided to mate.

Our 500 children now wander the land –
a sight so inspiring, moving and grand.
Some have two legs, and others have eight
but all think the taste of humans is great.

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When the sky is orange after it has been bright
If I’m lucky I rest with a crackle of sound
Else its back in the box and wearing a frown
My chest as my pillow, my posture not great
Still alert through haze and familiar sounds
I guard the entrance to where my mate can be found
In a warmth that dies off as the hours get spent
I dream of the day and what it all meant

The dark , the undead, hordes of undead
A white beast, half my great size
But with teeth, twice of mine
Unmatched and unequalled when we fight as one
No abomination of nature shall ever overcome

We battle its legions and then itself
With tooth and claw and fire and light
We fight for reward with obvious delight
A prize of meat for I, strange scratchings on hide for they
This continues for what seems a never ending day

A noise, not a crackle or a creak of a board
Causes awaken from slumber, ready to fight
A sniff of the air lends a clue
Mystery solved, with a shout of…No more rabbit for you!

When the sky is orange before it is bright, I can…..usually….. be found by the firelight