The Siege of Drusco

[tcs_tonsils_ 2829]

20th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1960

“We are those who look Eastward.”

You have drank the Salt Water,

Now you only thirst for more.

You are never to be satisfied,

Yet are met with closed doors.

 

Our armies blanketed the cliffside,

Cannons lined up by the Blackstone.

We have all come to march,

Upon that land named, Drusco.

 

You may annoy us with raids,

Climb our walls and attack,

But you shall lose this here,

You lack the proper tact.

 

Surely Sir Gaspard is quaking,

As his vassals fall like dominoes.

They have not the will to act,

Freeze up like frightened does.

 

When the horn’s blare resounded,

Shook the morning mountain dew.

Drums echoed off canyon walls,

Finality, closer, drew. 

 

Smoke did fog up the air,

And Iron whistled all around.

The stones of the keep’s ramparts,

Broke and plummeted to the ground.

 

This destruction all around you,

A reward for pride and desire.

Our forces charged downward,

Then across the valley’s river.

 

Then when at last we banked,

We faced a vertical endeavor.

We surged up the mountainside,

Deflecting horsemen and archers.

 

They fell down that steep hill,

They should have stayed within their cloisters.

Now they have surely fallen ill,

And it is us that it bolstered.

 

So we breached the gaps,

Bullying the enemy in their own walls.

We surged throughout the castle,

Through the rooms and the halls.

 

We rooted out you Duscans,

Ex-Stassies, Orcs, and Veletzers.

We gutted the ruined structure,

Of the demons and monsters.

 

The day had risen on Drusco,

And set on its rubble.

To our Righteous Indignation

You still have no rebuttal.

SIGNED,

THE NOBLE, Sir Marius ‘Wordsmith’ Lovetts,

 Appurtenant to the Chancellor, Baron of Hrenthorne,

Poet Laureate of the Petra, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, 

Protector of the Drakewood, Keeper of Fyreswake, 

Patriarch of House Lovetts, and Poet of Man.

 

[wowj 2857]

"LECTORS" Hissed an Undead Warrior as he fought against the EVIL URGUANI WARLORD @SimplySeo on the bridge.

[Jaslaw 272]

"Another sloughter, another bit of land taken... I wonder when they will run out of men to trow at us." *Sighed the elf already fed up with how long the war was taking* "Just... one more keep and the city. Thats it. Lets just get this over with as fast as we can." *Yet seeing the poem he mused for a few moments adding in* "At least we get some nice writings out of it...?" *One bright side to it, isnt it?*

[MrMojoMordor 526]

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa is overjoyed - more learning material to expand his 'common' knowledge!