A Land Far Away

Tyorn's Ten Toes Torn

There once was a Warrior named Tyorn Ten Toe,
He I assure you was not a farmer wielding a hoe.

This large and brave savage,
Would wade barefoot into battle to ravage.

While some men fight bare chested
Tyorn's Ten Toes were always free and never rested.

Across the Rat Hills he did rage,
shoeless despite warnings of this sage.

Even when crossing sewage filled canal,
Tyorn insist shoes where banal.

He did such not because he was a pious crusader,
But because he was a fearless Oman Raider.

Always leaping into battle his axe he swung with glee,
And his foot work was never fancy but always fearless and free.

The day that he fell he faced a horde of plenty,
The Goblins numbered far more then twenty.

Brave you maybe and shoes you may not need,
Tyorn your death gave us a warning we should heed.

When enemies are many we must use our head,
For toes of ten are not enough to keep one from ending up dead.

Tyorn Ten Toe was my friend,
May his lesson prevent all of you a needless end.

Do not race to your deaths,
Do not expose yourself to enemy threats.

Herd your foe and guide them like pets,
For it is always best to hedge your bets.

Tyorn of Ten Toes,
May your courage carry you to the Hammer of Foes.

Troubadour's Troubled Taunting Taint

Fighting a goblin using my Rapier and questionable wit,
I made a mistake and left myself vulnerable to the nit.
The horror that would have been if he had hit,
Was scary enough I almost did shit.

The goblin was rather fast,
And my patience was at it's last.
In an effort to quicken the fight,
I waved at him which was fun in the night.

The goblin frenzied at the sight,
And he swung his dagger with all his might.
With my most precious in a perilous plight,
My eyes went wide with fright,
And my bottom forge clenched tight.

Thankful the dagger did miss it's mark,
Grateful am I that this tree still has it's bark.

I sing to you this warning!
Do not risk that which rises in the morning!

When you decide to Taunt your foes,
Do not wave about your ten foot pole.

Consider the risks,
And perhaps instead shake your fist?

Open your mind and equip a quick quip,
Do not expose your imp to a Goblin whip.

When you fight for your life best to always use your head,
Not that which was intended for the bed.