The first story from Pops, the 950 year old Elven Bard
Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 1:00 amWhat is one that shine's blue?
Within the heart lies nothing but truth.
What is one that shine's red?
They find comfort in causing dread.
There was one who was known as Nrel the abbot,
healing others was more than a mere habit.
There is one who goes by Nrel the Dark Priest,
killing and slaughtering to say the least.
Holding the teachings of Aester close to heart,
Never thought anything would tear them apart.
Kampfer saw what Nrel could bring to his clan,
so twisted words of power and glory did he plan.
Travelling with Erill, Jagg, and warriors alike
searching for a challenging new monster to strike.
Kampfer, Kalvidor, Kaneda, Gabool and Zaph,
taking them lightly would be all too daft.
At one time he would cherish to fight any goblin,
hoping to be the warrior to send them a hobblin.
Now with his sights on all that used to be fond,
offering them as a sacrifice, to Almighty Kron.
Once his mind was a clear as the gracious blue sky,
travelling with others making sure none would die.
Now his mind is joined with the spirit of another,
not even knowing it's the voice of his late father.
They call me Pops, and please watch out and beware...
because Kampfer and Nrel are not around to just scare.
Who will be the ones to stop their reign and torture,
Who will be the ones to stop the mighty Dark Order!
Within the heart lies nothing but truth.
What is one that shine's red?
They find comfort in causing dread.
There was one who was known as Nrel the abbot,
healing others was more than a mere habit.
There is one who goes by Nrel the Dark Priest,
killing and slaughtering to say the least.
Holding the teachings of Aester close to heart,
Never thought anything would tear them apart.
Kampfer saw what Nrel could bring to his clan,
so twisted words of power and glory did he plan.
Travelling with Erill, Jagg, and warriors alike
searching for a challenging new monster to strike.
Kampfer, Kalvidor, Kaneda, Gabool and Zaph,
taking them lightly would be all too daft.
At one time he would cherish to fight any goblin,
hoping to be the warrior to send them a hobblin.
Now with his sights on all that used to be fond,
offering them as a sacrifice, to Almighty Kron.
Once his mind was a clear as the gracious blue sky,
travelling with others making sure none would die.
Now his mind is joined with the spirit of another,
not even knowing it's the voice of his late father.
They call me Pops, and please watch out and beware...
because Kampfer and Nrel are not around to just scare.
Who will be the ones to stop their reign and torture,
Who will be the ones to stop the mighty Dark Order!