Post by sioladuil on May 6, 2012 23:38:21 GMT -5
With Blade, Bow and Spell
Not a cloud in the sky,
yet our foes do wither,
Under a deadly rain,
A rain of arrows from,
Three Elves with bows ready.
Reds! The word was heard loud,
As the Priestess stood guard,
Her shield bashing against blade,
As she held off the Orc,
Cutting them down with ease.
From the shadows and grass,
He appeared, hitting them,
Where they where the most weak,
His eyes so sharp, always finding,
The weakest spot to hit.
No shaman can match me,
Shouted Grey as he merged,
Spell, Bow and Blade so sharp,
Supporting his party,
With a surprising strength.
Ria, the Noble.
Grey, the Valiant
Arinduil, the Ruthless.
The three warriors.
You should beg to have.
On your side and at your back.
~Sio
Not a cloud in the sky,
yet our foes do wither,
Under a deadly rain,
A rain of arrows from,
Three Elves with bows ready.
Reds! The word was heard loud,
As the Priestess stood guard,
Her shield bashing against blade,
As she held off the Orc,
Cutting them down with ease.
From the shadows and grass,
He appeared, hitting them,
Where they where the most weak,
His eyes so sharp, always finding,
The weakest spot to hit.
No shaman can match me,
Shouted Grey as he merged,
Spell, Bow and Blade so sharp,
Supporting his party,
With a surprising strength.
Ria, the Noble.
Grey, the Valiant
Arinduil, the Ruthless.
The three warriors.
You should beg to have.
On your side and at your back.
~Sio