Trio of Heroes

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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.