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