Someone should have gone to the Wonder of Elanthia event in the Landing 3 weeks ago!

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>>You slay me woman! ~ Wyrom

http://gsguide.wikia.com/wiki/Rohese

Let me tell you a tale of the Freeport of Haven.
How, in war with banaltra, we were far from craven,
Despite death-omened days that were dark as the raven.
My tale unfolds with the lethal task we were bravin'.

Old of a sudden were spillin' soft rhyme,
Drawn out of old throats long past their prime.
Riddles were spilled as witness of the time,
And the banaltra did come to begin their crime.

The beastly creatures went without flaws,
From gnarled shell flesh to drooling maws.
Spider-like fingers that ended in claws,
Tore, raked and rended flesh without pause.

Driven from yon depths, the banaltra flew.
Roaming our streets our young to accrue,
Soon too our old were taken for that vile brew.
Out sung a cry, "What is it? What can we do?"

From Far off Illistim came a lone man,
Wizened Lorekeeper named Motharan.
He came at the call from our far off land.
To fear entombed Haven he quickly ran.

Two days of rest, Our dilemma to puzzle.
While blood of our young did drip from muzzle.
And marrow from bone the beast would guzzle.
Safe in their den, precious egg they now nuzzle.

What are they, from whence did they come?
Quiescent they lay, under city they are from,
Born of myth, from Yabon they have run.
Said the lorekeeper, that man from 'Illistim

Said the lorekeeper, as day was dawn,
Down to the beast, seek its hidden lair.
One each profession, your numbers are drawn.
Two groups of eight, I have chosen with care.

Local cleric of Oleani, Songie Fille,
Our beloved Matriarch and friend-
Was the first to step into the melee.
Into the crack she went, her city to defend.

Next was Lyranni, the mischievous rogue,
She and the bard, that handsome Anterrio.
Forward she stepped with her fair betrothed.
Hand in hand into the den they would go.

An Empath, to our group came next,
Paole stood brave and looked at us all.
Then kissed his wife on her pale neck,
He knew the risk and that he too might fall.

I, Charna, the half-elf, was youngest that day.
Fate or nae as the ranger selected.
I gazed at all, my resolve would not sway,
For Haven, my fear would be deflected.

A warrior by trade, Stefinn stood tall.
His eyes were alight with pride,
This is what he had trained for after all.
No fear in him, nothing to hide.

Kurut the wizard, a wolf at his side,
Stood to take his place with the rest.
His power displayed with much pride,
In the lightning bolt marked on his chest.

Last of the group, but surely not least,
Diamonds spark’ling from head to her toe,
Brave Danialle came to battle the beast.
Now our band was complete. Time to go.

Before the Linden Tree we went,
Many hands, to our duty we bent.
Riddles? Bah! We knew what they meant
Hour at hand, the Tree must we rent.

Whiskey, Stem, Blossom, and Flask,
Placed in the tub, a home brewed cask.
Doing all the riddles did ask,
Spike placed to Tree, Motharan held to task.

A wave of the wand and words of the tongue,
The air crackled with the chants that he flung.
Magic of olde, at the tree had been sung,
Into the Cavern now our duty had begun.

Down we went, rocks by us tossed.
Two of our group quickly got lost!
Our dispair wailed and landed like frost,
But swiftness was needed or it would cost.

Then Jauckha rushed to the warrior spot,
Weapon in hand, she was cast with our lot.
Wakim, the sorcerer, came down at a trot.
Eight once again, we might stand a shot.

Stalled at a crevice we couldn't dismiss
The puzzle we cussed up, maligned it and hissed
Till Songie, brave priestess, defied the abyss
And led us all safe to where hope could exist

Cross the bridge we flew, our hearts fluttering.
Down fissure we bent, In fumes spluttering.
"Onward! Run!" The words came stuttering.
Poisoned we climbed, hacking and muttering

Up the ledge we had climbed,
then walked into dark pit!
How could we have known,
Into the sand we would slip?

Despair hung dark and heavy in our hearts,
Thinking we would die, sunk deep in sand.
Casting with speed and begging of our Arts.
Hoping to make us fight or at the least stand.


Of Sudden we fell through the floor,
Onto decayed flesh and rotted bone.
In the dark nest of the Feithidmor,
We felt so small, scared and alone.

Rearing its head, beast at us stared.
Paole then fell broken, taken so fast.
Lyranni was next, no one was spared.
How could we hope to fight, or to last?

Rushed to us, falling from the ceiling,
The pink empath, our brave Fumblina.
Severius, the rogue, too came squealing,
Ten told were we now in this deadly arena.

A plan was laid, this beast to be taken,
As one a feared cry flew from the eight!
But of our timing we were surely mistaken.
The feithidmor was scrambling to its fate!

Brave Paole and Lyranni cried out at us eight,
As up through the ceiling the beast had begun,
"Hurry to the surface you must! Before it's too late!"
But leaving them behind just could not be done.

Chosen we'd traveled, and joined were we ten.
Blocked by a puzzle, frustrated once again
Weeping we struggled, as we swam from that den.
Our ears ringing with cries of both women and men.

Above us the city was raging in terror.
First came banaltra, no longer the egg bearer-
Then went the creature, shattered egg wearer,
Motharan was lost, a victim of our error!


As back up from the cavern, our path to retread,
Five strangers, to me, to our streets would head.
Word of their passage quickly was spread,
Seeking the creature, their blades to paint red.

Axe in tow came warrior named Reife,
Song wielding, Larktill followed, his wife.
Ranger by trade, Dimaire brought her knife.
Kadesha and Pelendur, Bringers of life,
Sisters of the cloth and brought to our strife.

United as one, now a team they did roam.
Braving the streets of our fear-driven home.
Wielding Song, Mighty Axe, Spell intone',
Facing the beast, and forced blood to foam.

To seek and destroy what nature had wrought.
Zealot was used, double skill they brought.
Sounds placed firm, and weapons flesh sought.
Swiftly they struck, and as bravely they fought.

With lore and with knowledge, the lands all united.
Smote was the creature, who had come uninvited.
A jubilant glee from our voice soon ignited.
For crushed and destroyed was that beast we had sighted.


Charna's Idiot - With new and improved imbecile power!

While I'm on my easter egg kick in this folder with British Isle languages, feithidmor means "big repulsive beast" and banaltra means "nurse."

The feithidmores are like periodic cicadas. They all lay an egg, dormant for years, hatching all at once. The banaltra tended to the eggs.

- Xorus' player