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A Warrior Born, A Warrior Made

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Serissa:
The bold Wo-rick of Tar-a-mon had learned the dwarven trade.
 His mighty arms had worked the iron for many a dwarven blade.
 And yet, he found that blades once wrought came ready to his hand,
 And joy came best with blades hard fought with all his warrior band.
 
 But as he ranged throughout the land and championed his kin,
 A babe abandoned, pity brought and then his heart did win.
 He raised the child, a dusky elf, and kept him by his side.
 He taught the child of gods and war and took him far and wide.
 
 Young Thrwe'guayy spurned the arts of war, preferring magic's call.
 Apprenticed then to Te-an-nos, he did astonish all.
 With magic armed, he crossed the land, and more he sought to learn.
 'Til finding that still not enough, he did to warcraft turn.
 
 Then Thrwe'guayy sought his childhood muse, Wo-rick, the warrior bold,
 And found him deep in black despair, and this the tale he told.
 The dwarf had lost his warrior band, to death or capture foul
 At Bloody Gate, as hard they fought to stop the Bloodstone's prowl.
 
 In ale sought he oblivion, but Thrwe'guayy pulled him back.
 With taunt and gibe he bulled the dwarf, though sorrow did him rack.
 Then roared Wo-rick, "I'll show ye fight, 'til fight ye wish no more,"
 And trundled forth a fell machine that none had seen before.
 
 With clouds of smoke and fearsome noise, it spawned a golem dread.
 Wo-rick advanced with swords both drawn and smote the monster dead.
 Again the thing spat forth a shape, another minodon,
 Wo-rick did roar, "Your turn, me lad" and spurred the golem on.
 
 Then Thrwe'guayy fought most valiantly against this awesome foe,
 'Til wounded sore and cornered well, his chances seemed quite low.
 Then forward rushed his cleric friend and healed him with a spell.
 New heart he took and slew the beast, then said, "Bring on your hell!"
 
 From clouds of smoke with fearsome noise, a golem then arose,
 One made of flesh impervious to swords or spears or bows.
 So Thrwe'guayy called his panther friend, and they with claw and steel
 Attacked the fiend and hurt it sore, but then it death did deal.
 
 Then Thrwe'guayy fought the Thing alone, his cat dead on the floor,
 No mark on golem flesh he made, yet he was wounded sore.
 Wo-rick then yelled, "Enchantments, son! Use yer enchantments now!"
 So Thrwe'guayy backed and then attacked, a fireball spell, I vow!
 
 As fire clouds cleared one thing appeared, the fell machine aflame.
 Wo-rick did scream, "Me great machine! Ye've ruin't it; ye'r ta blame!
 Ten thousand coins for that I paid! Ten thousand coins ye owe!
 And NOW I want me money, lad! Before ye turn ta go!"
 
 Poor Thrwe'guayy stared at him, aghast, "You said to use a spell!"
 "Enchantments, boy, that ain't a spell." Wo-rick did to him tell.
 "That's ice on arrers or fire on sword, not blowin' up th' inn!
 I want me money now, me lad. Ten thousand coins, ye ken?"
 
 Then Thrwe'guayy thought and offered up the dearest thing he knew,
 "I'll give you now my spellbook, sir, until I've paid what's due."
 "Agreed!" the wily dwarf did say. "Without it ye must fight,
 Until ye've paid me all that's due. Agreed, ye'll do what's right."
 
 Wo-rick did know that warriors true must taste and master fear.
 Both minds and bodies honed to fight, their weapons they hold dear.
 Now Thrwe'guayy learns the warriors' way; his life hangs on his skill.
 True warrior and true mage he'll be, if he wins through...He WILL.
 
 And when the test is done and won, Wo-rick might call his son
 To battle side by side with him 'til freedom they have won
 For dwarves still held in durance vile, in chains since Bloody Gate.
 We cannot know; he cannot know. With bated breath we wait.
 
 ---by Ayla Bineau, bard and servant of Aeridin

Andrios:
Very nicely done!  So we will see Ayla at the next story tellers night, right?  :)
Is that from someones cdq?  It is a really good story.
*claps and whistles*

Serissa:
Yes, the story was a CDQ run by Mysterion

platinuuhits:
Nice Poem. I enjoyed it.

Varnart:
Reading this makes me feel bad for having deleted Thrwe'guayy.

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