Maglors Blades
This is a guild built around Maglor Heavyhand, the Bard, and his closest friends and family. Guild members tilt rather heavily toward serving Good causes, but they vary in their insistence on protocol.
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The Roster of the Dead - 26/01/04 12:28 AM
The party makes camp in the Trenstal Jungle. All are alert for signs of the fierce insect men. Maglor stands forth; he strums his lute; he sings:
Sing now, the names of those whom we have lost;
Sing now, of mighty Zeal Lustrous,
Misunderstood warrior,
Dark and troubled;
Sing now of Malcom,
Stern, perplexed and perplexing,
With mighty healing powers,
And a poor, tormented heart that could not stand the strain;
Sing now of Vren d'Lunarae,
Councillor Moonbeam,
Quick-witted, wry, deadly;
Sing now of dearest Kyililiana,
Gentle, kind, like shadowed palm
On sandy sea;
Off to search for the family she would know;
Sing now, of mad, tortured Polradia,
Tragic slave to dark affliction;
Sing now of mighty General Hetti,
With arm to strike fear in all;
Who, for love, hath left our company;
And of brooding Brother Grish,
In his dark temple;
These and others we have known;
Nor will forget;
But let us go forth, for evil is still a blight upon the land,
And the people yet look to us;
Of all we have lost, Hope yet remains;
Let her be the last to leave us! - Maglor
Lost! All is lost! - 06/06/03 06:55 PM
Oh, ye mighty Blades!
How is't we have fallen,
From glorious peaks of triumph and victory,
To the endless depths of despair?
Gone is Malcolm Grey, victim of treachery!
Gone is Vico, virtuous servant!
Gone is mighty Zeal Lustrous, our strange but honorable warrior!
Turned is Polradia, with her hatred fully directed 'gainst us.
And Belindra....Belindra!
Two saplings, indeed, remain,
As portended by Maglor's hellish vision;
And that is all....
Well, then!
If the gods, in their lofty thrones have decreed we are to spend our days in futile struggle, so be it!
Let us, at the least, perform such deeds that, of a time, in their ethereal palaces,
When they do feast and revel,
They will fall somber and reflective,
When they do recall how they have wronged us,
And how we refused their injustice unto our dying breaths!
Hope is gone!
Let despair drive us on. - Maglor
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