The First Land Herald/418-05-29
|Article Number: BI32|
| 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRIS' MASS|
‘Twas the night before Chris’ Mass, when all through the realm
An invasion was stirring, with Death at the helm;
The rivers were boiling by some unseen hand
And soon there’d be undead all swarming on land;
The children were huddled all under their beds
While visions of skeletons danced through their heads.
Saragos in his hauberk, and I in my mail
Had just run outside to join in the assail
When out on the street there arose such a clatter
We sprang to the gates to see what was the matter.
When what to our wondering eyes did appear
But a Prydaen man with a sinister leer;
His gibbering words grew a magical cancer
I knew in a moment - he’s a necromancer!
More rapid than eagles his bone-hounds they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called out foul names.
So up to the front lines my love and I flew
And hordes of un-creatures we solemnly slew.
We fought to the storefronts, we fought to the wall
Crying, “drive away! drive away! drive away all!”
And after much toil, we brought them all down,
Their lifeless bones littered about through the town;
We searched for the leader, but to no avail,
Just barely caught sight of the end of his tail.
I heard him exclaim, ere he fled out of sight,
“To the Spiral with all, and to eternal night!”
Disclaimer: The above is an artistic and very loose interpretation of events that occurred recently in Therengia. No facts should be construed from this interpretation. Speak to Skaen or other witnesses for the true details of this event.
|Real Date: Unknown Date|
| Subject(s): |
Chris' Mass Festival
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