Alrighty, here's another one. It's EQ-based though, and based on a poem I did for a guildy a few months ago.
Here's the poem...
The Ballad of Chortie and her Hero
There lived a Halfling, young and pretty,
In Rivervale, the Halfling city.
She studied hard in healing ways,
With Guildmasters she spent her days.
A Cleric wise she did become,
For healing others, rezzing some.
Yet though she travelled far and wide,
Earning coin from pelt and hide,
Making friends of other races,
Learning all their names and faces,
She felt that there was something missing,
As she sat alone while fishing.
Chortie, Chortie, Cleric true and wise,
Desiring a hero, so noble in her eyes.
She spent her time with friends assorted,
And with them, many foes she thwarted,
Healing well and rezzing fine,
On good food did they all dine.
Yet always was a great longing,
For something she sought, a belonging.
Alone she was, alone she felt,
Even though she knew friends dwelt
All around her, in this world
Of shiny jewels, earrings pearled,
World of many things, it’s true,
Yet still she sought something, she knew.
Chortie, Chortie, Cleric feeling lonely,
Desiring a hero, though preferably not homely.
One day did dawn, as Chortie travelled,
A path she found, and then unravelled,
Followed it amidst the trees,
Enjoyed the scented, soothing breeze.
For night’s dark terrors had abated,
Perhaps this night, their hunger sated.
For this forest, although still,
Was cursed, and creatures rose to kill
At night only, but now, this morning,
Chortie heard a cry...a warning?
It came again, almost a yelp,
And now she knew it – a cry for help.
Chortie, Chortie, Cleric rushing by,
Desiring a hero, as she answers the cry.
She ran past trees, ran off the track,
But knew she could find her way back,
She sought the source of the voice in pain,
Against the rumble of distant rain.
And then she saw him, by a hill,
Lying quiet, lying still.
A Dwarf he was, but battered badly.
His shield was cracked, she noticed sadly.
A Paladin, in armour gold,
Lying there, she did behold
That he was handsome, although bloody,
And if the rain came, also muddy.
Chortie, Chortie, Cleric standing there,
Desiring a hero, unconscious, unaware.
Glad that she possessed the skill
To cure all wounds and heal the ill,
A flash of blue she conjured forth,
A healing light to cure the Dwarf.
He stirred, he woke, he turned, he saw,
The Halfling, and could say no more.
For love had struck a blow so strong,
And he knew that he could not be wrong.
This Halfling, standing, smiling, glad,
Made him forget he could ever be sad.
And Chortie, looking down at him,
Felt the same, felt it deep within.
Chortie, Chortie, Cleric feeling right,
Has she met her hero, has love come at first sight?
When she was, at last, able to speak,
Her voice, it sounded shy and meek.
“I feared you dead.” she said in relief.
“No fear.” said he. “Don’t feel any grief.
I was not wise to enter here
By night when the Undead appear.”
“What is your name?” she asked as he stood.
“I am Hero. Perhaps we should leave this wood.”
“My name is Chortie.” she said as they walked.
She listened intently, for she loved how he talked.
“I knew that whatever your name, it was pretty.”
She knew that whatever he said, it was witty.
Chortie, Chortie, Cleric happy walking,
Conversing with a hero, hearing all his talking.
Away from Kithicor they went, and into Rivervale,
They entered the Fool’s Gold, he bought himself an ale.
Though he offered, she did not feel
Thirsty enough to drink like an eel.
He smiled, she blushed, and then each knew
The other was feeling like them too.
“To old Kunark I planned to head,
To enter Veksar and slay the dead.
But alone I cannot last
Long against such mobs from the past.
Perhaps you’d care to join me there?
I don’t know you well, but I know that you care.”
Chortie, Chortie, Cleric off to slay,
Hunting with a hero, they travel forth this day.
To Veksar they went, and killed many creatures.
Chortie was impressed by all Hero’s features.
He battled with courage, his acts brave and bold,
He spoke so politely, to young and to old.
He looked very handsome, gold armour he wore,
She knew she would love him, now and ever more.
She knew that he loved her as much as she him,
She noticed that her life was now never grim.
They slew many a skeleton, vampire and ghoul,
They drank in the inn of the Gold of the Fool.
He introduced her to his friends, numbered great.
She introduced him in an inn, while they ate.
Chortie, Chortie, Cleric true and wise,
Now she has her Hero, so noble in her eyes.
Chortie, Chortie, Cleric wise and true,
Her Hero such a hero, now she is never blue.
Chortie, Chortie, Cleric lonely? Never!
For she loves her Hero, for now and forever.
And here's the animation...
http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y281/A ... r-Hero.gif
please continue !
