Timber was born
A free spirited ranger
Truly chaotic
Till warned of his danger.
God messed with his head
"Better toe the line son"
Then Timber was righteous
And not as much fun.
God spoke again,
"I'll make you more stupid,
But you'll also become
a more likable druid!"
Pisheo the nimble
Is agile and quick.
No one's been able
To make a rap stick.
A victim of slander?
Misunderstood?
Or in league with the devil
And really that good!
Katrina or Katina?
Sometimes it's hard
Remembering the name
Of this promising bard.
Not lock, door, nor mystery
Her will can withstand
They reveal their secrets
Upon her command
(semi-retired)
With Phanto Zee druid
It's hard not to be good.
His famous one-liner's
'I don't think we should.'
If we step out of line
He'll always delay
Our knee jerk reaction
'Till he's had his say.
Krom's a fighter
From head to toe
Stoke him up
And watch him glow
Here he comes
See men spasm
A truly awesome
God-like wargasm.
He married Dejah
Didn't last long
A new god in town
Strung her along |
Galranwyn the mage
A snobbish grey elf
Her main purpose in life
Is to further herself.
Her powers are vast
Her magic impressive
Her intellect top notch
Her demeanor repressive.
Jon Quille the gladiator
Stands out from the crowd
He's careful and thoughtful
Levelheaded, not loud
In tough times, surprising
Always Jonny on the spot
We're glad he's on our side
A lightweight he's not!
Wannabe heroes
Would you like to join
F. Flywheel's union
The Local 509.
You're invited to play
Bring gold for your dues
And you could be listed
In this Who's Who too!
Victorex, a rabid priest
To Bobbacob he prays
His words are quite effusive
Leaving unbelievers dazed
We call him a blowhard
But must give him his due
To fiends he's a hard blow
He's converted quite a few
Of late he is evolving
Into something yet to be
It's nothing very obvious
We'll have to wait and see
A dangerous gnome
Dromar's his name
A little spaced out
Illusion's his game.
Ware those who enter
Into his delusion.
They'll end up dead
In all the confusion
Let's hear it! Yaaay!
For Staalin the Bard.
If you're faint-hearted
Be on your guard!
Chaos surrounds him
He's having a ball.
But what's fun for Stallin
May not be for all |