DEMONS TO THE FOUR

[Elspeth]

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale – a tale of a dreadful fight
It happened nigh the dreaded Wall – ‘twas in the dead of night
The ‘chanter was a mighty magic man – the rogue, she was the best,
A warrior young and a cleric robed – they all withstood the Test.
The demons started coming round – the Crier’s call went out
If not for the courage of the fearless four, ‘twould surely have been a rout

The group raced west from Milltown’s gate – right past the lifestone there
Warrior arrived at Wall’s old breach first – helm skewed on blondish hair
The demons had already come – veterans one and all
They’d scattered ‘cross the burning sands – and left one in the Wall
Too late the warrior found out – these demonkin were tough
Yet rogue and ‘chanter rushed to the fore – their strength was just enough

Outside, upon the safest ground, the cleric took a stance
Fired up her blessings pure, and fell into healing trance
Kenj Murmota slashed and spelled, dropped demons right and left
Luna Wolftear, not outdone, equaled the number cleft
The cleric, Desarae by name, laid healing hands on all
E’en the warrior, young and doughty, withstood the demons on the Wall.

When dust had settled, still four stood – each with a death’s-head grin
Each had done their part it seemed – there remained no demonkin
Congratulations and slapped backs were nigh on happening
When once more Crier’s call rang out: gave way to dreadful din
For there was a second raid it seemed – right where the first had been
And thus the foursome were once more the heroes on the scene

No break had any as the spawn came rolling from the Wall
This time around it seemed the foe was nearly thrice as tall
Glittering, blades flicked left and right – shields splintered ‘neath tooth and claw
Each hero’s measure taken, staring deep into death’s maw
Still, the stalwart band of four blocked aught invaders tried
Even when the least of them was to nearest lifestone hied

At last no dark-wrought minion remained along the shadowed Wall
Nor were there any still within; no, none remained at all
Just four wearied travelers, each with a hand to lend
As they staggered back to Milltown’s streets and those they’d helped defend
Alas! The group is now disbanded – each to their own guild hall
Until the next time folk do sleep and Crier winds his call

This was the tale of four heroes who did their very best
To make the land of Valorn safe to live, and love, and rest
I hope you have enjoyed its pace – to the next hero you meet
I trust you’ll offer thanks and praise – it makes them feel replete
Though all must know it’s not for the loot – nor even for the praise
That heroes, such as these four became, fight on through all their days.