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Foggy’s Death Tales
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Post by
Inolor
Ah, didn't see ye there. I'd be supposin’ you’d be askin’ who I am and just what do I have to offer? Well lad, let’s get ye to where me story begins, eh ends. For ye see, I’m fallin’. My name’s Foggy MacKreel and I just got so drunk that I fell off the Thandol Span. All ye be seein’ is me fallin’ in the mouth of good old Chops, lucky me. As I slowly approach me death, I be rememberin’ all the tales I’ve heard and all that I’ve saw. So before I end as chow, I hope I can share a tale or two with ye.
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Post by
Inolor
The Darkmoon Rabbit
Mysteries it holds,
the Darkmoon Faire.
One of its secrets,
a little white hare.
Large yellow teeth,
sharp as an axe.
I still can’t believe,
I found its tracks.
They say it’s deadly,
but I can’t see.
How this cute thing,
wants to eat me.
Leading to a cave,
the marks just stop.
Camping for the night,
asleep did I drop.
The sound of munching,
just woke me up.
My legs were gone,
bones for a pup.
Climbing on my nose,
it began to dig.
From thy skull,
it took a swig.
Post by
Inolor
To Yuttha with Regret
This not to be,
now plain reality.
Yuttha thy fancy,
hate of this clarity.
This foolish game,
I have played before.
The rules are clear,
the price is sore.
Saluting the king,
standing in line.
Next to good you,
never to be mine.
Judgmental as I be,
I know this game.
Knowledge about you,
results in more shame.
I wish to move,
I wish to talk.
Gutless I am,
stiff as a rock.
Foggy is my name,
I did love before.
Stories of the past,
stay behind the door.
Visions of thy pain,
are crossing my eyes.
Are you my angel,
or just more lies?
Sitting in my corner,
trying to stay distant.
More knowledge of you,
more attraction is consistent.
The wide acute angle,
the glance I regret.
The memory of you,
I hope to forget.
Post by
Inolor
Sorrow in the Marsh
Have you seen her?
Brunette hair, brown eyes?
Tell of my wife!
Don’t leave with sighs.
Poor old Comar,
Villard home king.
Only wanted one,
one only thing.
His wife Gail,
treasure of gold.
Gone now forever,
turned to mold.
Noble his cause,
but blindly true.
Anyone who enters,
Wetlands won’t blue.
Dark magic walks,
over the dam.
A warlock approaches,
seeking a lamb.
Comar was targeted,
and was killed.
With red blood,
waters below filled.
Silent it was,
until came midnight.
The helping pleas,
again took flight.
Could it be,
did he survive?
Realization I had,
so I thrive.
Chilled I am,
more than most.
My next door neighbor,
is now a ghost.
Post by
Inolor
Dawnseeker's Downfall
Ready the spears,
cast your spell.
Enemies are close,
that horrid smell.
Fall back brothers,
here they come.
Ready your blades,
play the drum.
Excuse me wretch,
halting my quest.
Blocking the path,
seeking to test.
I outmatch you,
ten to one.
One choice remain,
prepare to run.
Silvermoon is home,
heart of own.
I shall protect,
before I’m blown.
Silly your cause,
neither a threat.
You can play,
with the dead.
Still your stand,
but badly bruised.
Truly I say,
I’m not amused.
If zombies don’t,
my ghouls will.
You will die,
now hold still.
I don’t believe,
my vision before.
A slight victory,
for your lore.
Plague is planted,
under your skin.
You won’t last,
against the nerubian.
Die will you,
leave this land!
With broken arms,
you still stand.
All this strength,
from one sword.
I’ll keep fighting,
you twisted lord.
Entering the fray,
will be I.
Time ran out,
so just die.
You fought bravely,
victories of hollows.
Silvermoon has fallen,
the Sunwell follows.
Post by
Inolor
Now and Forever
Ras Frostwhisper,
heard have you.
From old Stromgarde,
chosen were few.
Calling for aid,
times of need.
The Scourge calls,
feeding your greed.
I am Arthas,
king of all.
Everything that lives,
eventually will crawl.
Do you mage,
accept my plea?
Ready to rise,
knowing my glee?
Do, will and shall,
I’ll take this power.
Better than my dorm,
back in the tower.
A sacrifice you demand,
this dagger will do.
From ear to ear,
the throat cut skew.
Your loyalty has shown,
you earned your prize.
Taking this gift,
arise from demise.
I rise to serve,
the one true king.
My enemies will hear,
their church bells ring.
Post by
Inolor
Hawkspear’s Gift
Real and so,
the power I hold.
Dangerous and true,
not made of gold.
Dug from the depths,
which remain concealed.
Resting for eternity,
under the soil sealed.
My people are tired,
I wish to help.
Light forsaken land,
hears them yelp.
What harm is there,
in using this boon.
Benefit I'll bring,
they’ll cheer soon.
Post by
Stabhorn
I love these!
Post by
Inolor
Thank you.
Post by
Inolor
Crowley’s Redemption
To Sally Whitemane,
height of the Crusade.
A letter I send,
along with a blade.
Blood on this metal,
is unlike any other.
It belongs to my sister,
my brother and mother.
A week has passed,
since my pilgrimage.
I returned to Lordaeron,
to my old village.
They escaped the Scourge,
but not your wrath.
My dad doubted,
and achieved death.
It wasn't enough,
to kill a “heretic”.
The entire family,
perished with the cleric.
I ended the lives,
of those you made.
Ended their genocide,
before I prayed.
My dying sister,
told me all.
Your misguided hand,
your bloodshed brawl.
Believe I didn't,
the rumors I heard.
If only I listened,
to their true word.
Save them I could,
if I acted sooner.
Blinded I was,
by your great future.
I'll send none,
no more troops.
Not even an army,
neither split in groups.
The tabard I wore,
made a fine ash.
It kept me warm,
against the cold clash.
I will be resigning,
free of foully.
With no regrets,
Brother Crowley.
Post by
Inolor
A Royal Apology
I am the fool,
crushing your back.
It's my fault,
you're a wreck.
What have I done,
oh my Invincible.
Led to die,
by an imbecile.
Why did I choose,
to go outside.
Giving you suffering,
all for pride.
Slowly you die,
in this cold waste.
But not for long,
taste death with haste.
Today I know,
where to go.
The paladin within,
the light I’ll show.
Forgive me friend,
rest in peace.
The burden I gained,
left me obese.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Very good. I liked Arthas's regret and acknowledgement it was pride that caused the death, though the very last line seemed a little off.
Post by
Inolor
Yes, you have a point. The idea of it was that he was left heavy with guilt for that burden. I even considered putting it in or not.
Post by
Inolor
The Agamand Mills
The mills may spin,
but only for death.
Bad deals were made,
no tears for regret.
The bones are visible,
my skin is not.
Wounds in my gut,
flaming and still hot.
My sister cries,
I don’t know why.
Did she have time,
to say goodbye?
Damned I should be,
for I did obey.
The greed full masters,
Dead did I lay.
And for what,
what did I gain?
A dead family,
arrows in my brain?
I loathe you all,
especially your son.
For his fate,
there'll be other fun.
The mills may spin,
but only for death.
Bad deals were made,
no tears for regret.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Very good with the final refrain. I like particularly how you selected the subject as one of the more little known pieces of lore. Or, at least, little recalled.
Post by
Inolor
Hed'mush's Lament
Me is Hed'mush,
me is green.
Me is Scourge,
me is mean.
Dark black magic,
crush did me.
Me was raised,
without big fee.
Obey me must,
me no question.
Me kill living,
forced me aggression.
Scourge is smash,
dead still roam.
Still with chain,
me no go home.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Ha ha, well done. Were undead ogres able to write poems, I'm certain they would sound exactly like this. Continuing the trend of little known lore characters as well, I see. I always approve of that.
Post by
Inolor
Temptation of the Wiserunner
Wake up seer,
hear my voice.
Join thy cause,
there is no choice.
Who are you spirit?
He who woke I.
Your voice is sour,
your words are dry.
I am your companion,
the elemental you own.
I bring the message,
in a silent tone.
Not of the earth,
neither of the mother.
you are not mine,
you belong to another.
You don't believe,
what you hear?
Not even my plea,
old selfish seer.
You always forced,
your tough hands.
Over my will,
defending your lands.
That's not true,
asking for an arm.
My minion knows,
I mean no harm.
A minion you say,
just like a slave.
Have you no shame,
hermit in a cave.
I do not believe,
a word you say.
You are not mine,
leave if you may.
You heard her cry,
Azeroth of old.
You did nothing,
in your hold.
Shut up demon,
you won't corrupt.
This noble soul,
with words of lust.
You know I'm right,
so don't resist.
My words are pure,
with no twist.
I-I cannot fall,
I m-must stand.
L-Leave me alone,
your words are bland.
Do as I say,
and listen to we.
Accept the truth,
and follow me.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Interesting poem. The conversation between Wiserunner and the mysterious voice was very well done, with the two conflicting with one resisting and the other seducing, and only near the end some doubts coming forth on Wiserunner's behalf. A few of the lines I needed to reread several times to confirm the speaker though, primarily the part about the arms and hands.
Post by
Inolor
Thank you. In case you are still wondering about a line or two, Here is how it goes.
Unknown,: Wake up seer,
Wiserunner.: Who are you spirit?
Unknown,: I am your companion
Wiserunner.: Not of the earth,
Unknown,: You don't believe,
Unknown,: You always forced,
Wiserunner. :That's not true,
Unknown,: A minion you say,
Wiserunner. I do not
Unknown,: You heard her
Wiserunner.: Shut up demon,
Unknown,: You know I'm
Wiserunner.: I-I cannot
Unknown: Do as I
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