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By: Ellodin Posted on: September 28, 2012
The War of Humanity
The way that he danced, that warrior of yore
Yen-Sorte's battles, a sight to behold
With sword and mace, so did he write his lore
The Aldar went to their council of war
By Han-Silnar's orders, betrayal so bold
The way that he danced, that warrior of yore
Though Dekalb slew many, the enemies had more
Yen-Sorte slew Aldar, advance uncontrolled
With sword and mace, so did he write his lore
The great warriors met, little more than a blur
All stopped to watch the great battle unfold
The way that he danced, that warrior of yore
Yen-Sorte was stronger, and with a great roar
He swung his blade and so Dekalb's head rolled
With sword and mace, so did he write his lore
Through victories like these his reputation did soar
A shining example, loyal champion of gold
The way that he danced, that warrior of yore
With sword and mace, so did he write his lore.
The Black Wave
The Black Wave came just like a squall,
Seleucar sought to win a brawl,
But battle's rarely won with ease
As Tsol'teth marched out from the trees
They knew it would be a long haul.
They thought the Black Wave would be small
But forces led by Agith'maal
Came near to winning in their siege
Stand strong, Sapients!
And saved by Matic Ridley's gall
Tsol'teth leaders began to fall
Without him, we'd be on our knees
Our only goal, to not displease
So next time you feel two foot small
Stand strong, Sapients!
The Wars of Succession
Lucaine, the man from lands so far away
Three Moons, the sword that served him all his life
O what fine mastery he did display
Surviving time and time again through strife
We'd not remember who he was but for
The hardships that he fought and overcame
For Catarin he always would fight more
And not once did he do the Two Arts shame
His aristeia, fighting at King's Tomb
The princess searched as he fought for her sake
He cut them down, sent Errikale to his doom
And as he faded, body near to break
She re-appeared, all clothed in holy light
Repaying the favour, rescuing her knight.