Poems for Slain NPCs

[Wyvern]

Alas, Erasthmedor is dead
I shed my tears where he bled
Twas a noble beast, it is said
But now he's gone forever

And Oakenmir by player slain
If I could but recall his name
Upon him I'd place the blame
But now he's gone forever

Torin did his vigil keep
Seeking vengeance near Spire steep
Sent to his eternal sleep
And now he's gone forever

The Oracles, they are immune
Though spells and arrows fill the room
No player can spell their doom
So they live on forever

[mikeyg123]

great...ur pretty good at the rhyming thing

poor old stout king
hit him with a club thing
jacked his hammer and his gold
now his body lies cold.

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"if u dont like sex,.... get out of the kitchen!!!"

[Wyvern]

hehehehe

Just got a great book on rhyming - by Espy - but have not had the chance yet to read it.

Wyv

[mikeyg123]

medikiwa, what a funny face
he i like to chase,
shooting arrows at a rapid pace
what a great case.

he runs so fast, cant help but fire
soon i will start to tire,
so break out the spells, its time to go home
medikiwa is dead and lone.


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[This message has been edited by mikeyg123 (edited 05-24-2001).]

[Sazerac]

Warning...this one's dour!

The Three-Times Damned

Silent as stone do they dance alone,
in the hall of the three-times damned,
Oblivion now their curtain call,
as the door in their face was slammed,
The NPC's who dotted the land
inhabit the Serran no more,
The drum's muffled beat bears a tattoo sweet
over grave, over crypt, and moor.

Gareth did succumb to an assassin's sting,
Gorthius likewise did fall,
And running afoul of a party's pride,
Harespia's life now did pall.
Dour is the name of the one who has slain
sweet Erzebette, now in her grave,
And the blood-spattered halls of the Boogre caves
testify there is no one to save.

Ardibren fell to the fang of the Wolf,
Raskalion to a would-be assassin,
The valiant Stout king and the brace of his guards,
lie still from the gold-lust of sin.
Lysandra was felled for the tusk that she bore,
They'd even taken D'Soto's last breath,
But try as they might, they couldn't touch the Knight,
He's already dancing with Death.

Wee Hephaestus now joins in the eternal dance,
Erathsmedor lies still on his hoard,
The wandering monk no longer does roam,
he's gone forward to meet with his lord.
Talrik was slain for running his mouth,
Mighty Oakenmir for his seed,
Torin did fall for the sake of his bow,
And no one to Nivius paid heed.

Now comes the Sphinx, with riddles a-jinx,
Alas, now deader than wood,
And all the sweet mermaids in Collasium too...
They'd slay Kerah, too, if they could!
Even Lord Anephas better pay heed,
with low morales this world have allowed,
Such carnage and bloodshed that's left in their wake
would make even Lord Cet proud.

Wicked, O Wicked, who beareth the blade
and slays the ones who give aid,
What Fate imparts for the treacherous hearts
who betrayeth both fellow and maid?
Only this thing, that in their escape,
the Pyramid door will be slammed,
and screaming, insane, may they wander in vain,
in the halls of the three-times damned.

[mikeyg123]

ahhh yea VERY good


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[Tananda]

Wyvern,
It is excellent!
Beautiful tale of those who've gone forever

Sazerac,
Truth in every word! Lord Cet would definitely be proud of the party slaying every living thing in the lands of Gael Serran Lust for experience and treasures! Oh, Sacred Oath, where are you?

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Sincerely Yours,
Tanda

[Wyvern]

BRAVO!!!!!!!

Bradley should include all these great poems as a special booklet with the sequel (some of us live in hope )

Excellent, Saz - you've such a way with words!!!!!!

Wyv


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