Here are the creations so far:
Bone and Blood,
Fire and Flood,
Stone and Gusting Gale,
Force and Time,
Rhythm and Rime,
Darkness and Light shall not fail.
Divination and Shade,
To Call and Be Made,
Face the fury of Storm,
Die and Dissolve,
Bring Life and Resolve,
And enslave your enemy's Form.
Formed in flames and bright light too,
A flash of the numbers five-six-two;
A warrior, a mage, a hero wannabe!
Dumbly determined never to flee.
Falling flat, then regaining his feet,
Two great constructs he did meet!
One exception to his fleeing proclamation;
Nex escaped with great exclamation!
Earthen doors behind him closed.
Sealed, unsealed, via keystone.
Gathering his miniscule might,
Nex then prepared for the fight.
Striding in, our hero proclaimed;
"Golems, stand down, or else be maimed!"
Wholly dumbstruck by his words,
The Golems did not hail their lord!
Rather than tremble and fall to their knees,
Or even, horrified, entirely freeze;
The vile contructs attacked our Nex!
And by his magic, were ground to flecks.
Smiling, the bard-mage strode
Out the door and down a road.
Where is he now? Likely dead.
But nothing indisputable can be said.
Four heroes with compainions startyed journeys true, each to their own path.
Each with special magiks, and varying ammounts of luck.
Each with great deeds done,some good, some unsavory.
Each with new abilities, ound upon the wind.
Now the newest ones, must try to do their best.
To overcome the great things done, by those before, and the rest!
A beating heart, beating drums
Waves slamming, shore to shore
Beating beating, evermore
Beating beating, evermore
running feet, beating sword
enchanting song, free of fall
Beating beating, never forever
Waving, waving, falling feather
call on wing, scuffling things
fragile life, beating then still
Beating beating, evermore.
One hero, strong in magiks dark, went searching for a chest.
He came upon an unconcious mage, with cloak about him as if in rest!
When our hero touched that shadowed cape, he was transported to world quite strange.
For no matter what he did, all he could do was range!
Then he found that cloak again, and touched it to see what would happen.
He found himself awake again, back with all his packins!
So he took the cape, finding it would not harm him, as long as he held tight.
He took it, and the mage, back to the Ivory Tower, where the mages shook with fright!
They told him then, to run and hide, for danger qas quite near.
But our hero then, he said no! he'll stay despite the fear!
But then somthing went wrong, in the bindings laid upon that cape.
And out the window our heroe went, as master saved him from that cape!
When our hero came around, he sensed somthing wrong with the tower.
And when he wnt inside to check, he was taken back again!
Our hero, saw a world like his own, but strangley devoid of life.
All he could see and feel all around, was pain and strife!
So he ventured outside, and saw a dark shape on a hill.
And when he made it there, he had realized he had had his fill!
But three others, heroes just like him, came seeking help from the tower.
And sucked right in, they were, just like the drain of a shower!
And they too saw the shade, and they too thought it was quite a fright.
But then when our first heroe attacked, it put up quite a fight!
He slashed, and hacked, but did no great damage.
And our heroes brave and bold, dealt him many a blow, but he just changed with new plumage!
He grew broken wings, and another sword, and an evil grin grew on his face.
The heroes thought he was groing stronger, and fought him with might!
But then he changed again, after dealing a fatal blow.
And laying down a heroe low, he became even worse to fight!
So when his new transformation was complete.
He was such a fearsome sight!
With chains as extra arms, and wings of blackest night!
But he seemed unsure of his power.
But was still harder to fight!
He threw himself at his foes, those brave heroes few.
And they gained items from his body, a gem, a feather, a chain, and a shard of the shades own sword!
But then they were laid just as low, as the poor one who went before.
But then those mages of ivory, sprung their spell tight!
When our brave heroes came to, their friend was bck alive again, their riches safe and sound.
And the mages of the tower, told them of the shade!
The shade was a demigod, his power corrupted might!
So they gathered their rewards, used them well, and looked for another fight!
Out to a dungeon, threading boot.
Killing enemies and sharing loot.
Two went first and opened the door.
Little did they know to expect gore.
Fresh on dungeons these two were.
Unexperienced on a golem's lure.
Two more came to help in fight.
Sadly one would enter eternal night.
A hero got trapped beneath the ground.
Another tried to fight with magic sound.
The hero was freed and the golem slought.
In the next room two were in mimics caught.
Håkon was a warriors only name.
He, unlike his brethren, liked not to maime.
The first thing he did was a build assist.
He later made a cave-forge with magic fist.
As time rolled by he went to war.
His object was to save a witchcraft [bleep].
He conjured a thunderstorm of great might,
And those he didn't kill he filled with fright.
The witch helped in and they killed that hord,
Later they began to fight a lord.
The battle went on cuz magic was unlawed.
But finally the Quisitor was unjawed.
Håkon he began a rocky build
Of the complex that now houses a guild.
Later the army had returned,
One thing was sure, of the fight they'd learned.
Hundreds of soldiers was on the march,
Their opposition a mere farse.
A thundercloud was summoned but was strong willed.
It had an anger remaining unchilled.
The fight went bad and our hero lost.
The rescue opperation had come with a cost.
The exiles moved, found a place for their sake,
A tranquil meadow by a peaceful lake.
A crystal was found without it's like,
Capable of stopping a magic strike.
Håkon made an armour out of this.
So he could fend of magic piss.
He found an armour that was alive,
And gave it to the thundercloud in which to thrive.
Håkon then designed a shooting device,
And made a blacksmith make it precise.
He made some bullets and guess if it shot,
Now on distance combat he uses it a lot.