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| - The Revenant
- --Verse discovered on a bloody piece of parchment by Boro, Gharu Wanderer
- --Ariq al-Binara
- --Llewyn the Harper
- A Call goes out: come, warriors, mages!
- A Wanderer of Dereth
- A broken blade. I guess the end is near.
- Across the ageless void, Asheron's Call!
- Against them all, stand, answer then,
- Amongst the drudges of these bleak Dire Lands,
- And so sworn, I'll follow, wherever you dare.
- And there, in waking dreams, attain each night
- Answer the Call
- Banderlings bringing death, despair, battle!
- Battle is joined, the lich is slain.
- Conquer, with strength and wizardry,
- Darkness descends across Dereth's land.
- Dereth's fate depends upon your deeds!
- Ears are listening.
- Eight Brave hearts, into the dungeon.
- Eyes are watching.
- Eyes have seen him.
- Fire is burning.
- Five brave hearts, lost in the dungeon.
- For honor fight, fail not, champions!
- For honor only, allegiance I'll swear,
- Hands are waiting.
- Have lured me far from my beloved land.
- Honor is victory, despite any cost.
- I should have been content as we agreed,
- I stand, a shade of my once-happy self,
- In this cold, distant place, where lust and greed
- Indeed, for nothing bought or sold.
- It is not death I hate, but that I die
- It is not for love of life I sigh,
- Liches luring the brave to their lairs,
- Life's battles won, or life's battles lost,
- Lugians, smashing, laughing in loud anger,
- Monougas marching, madness, war,
- Most wond'rous riches in soft candlelight.
- Nor is it torture at strange hands I fear;
- Not for glory and not for fame,
- Not for nothing, and not for gold,
- Not for secrets, magics untold,
- Of rock. Before me, in my hands,
- One Dark Lord, down in the dungeon.
- One cowering heart, alone in the dungeon.
- One man flees the heart of the dungeon.
- One wrong turn, the mage is lost.
- Seven brave hearts, deep in the dungeon.
- Shadows stalking in silent halls,
- Six brave hearts, in the dark of the dungeon.
- Spells and screams, another lich gone.
- Surrounded by the tumeroks, on a shelf
- Swords flash, banderlings fall.
- The Allegiance of Magemerlin
- The Fighter's Lament
- The Price of Allegiance
- The Revenant waits...death incarnate.
- The Revenant wins all.
- The mage, alone, afraid, escapes.
- Though for my part, you'll feel no shame.
- Though some have prices, or so I'm told.
- To find adventures at home, hand-in-hand,
- Valor and guile! Vanquish the foe!
- Vassal of Alun Magus
- Voices are calling.
- Voices are laughing.
- Wasps winging through wilderlands dire,
- --Ariq al-Binara
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