----The Cleric and The Judge----

In white he came robed into town
Serene Arborea.
In hand carried the beggars' alms
Karma needing a nudge.
The market fountain drawing near
Volog shouts "Hey! Buy me a beer!"
Sitting there with the Judge.

Smiling she rais-ed up her hand
Cleric, what brings you here?
Briefly he grin'd and then replied
Volog needs coins for beer!
Deeply she sigh'd amusedly
"Cleric! You make it too easy!
"Volog go get a job!"

When on his heels he spun to leave
A thought came to her mind.
"Hey Cleric! While I have you here
Your weapon against mine?
He stroked his beard, nodded and said
"That spear looks fierce! May I request
Miracles for defence?

The Judge she pondered thoughtfully
Yes, that sounds fine to me.
I shall not pray for your demise.
Quoth Cleric solemly.
The normal rules were implied
"No blood, no death, leave that outide
The city, if you please.

They met under the large oak tree
For which the town was named.
Preparing each in their own way
For this most-ancient game.
The two each pray'd a silent call,
On open ears they did fall of
Taniel and Asral.

Evenly did the match begin
Neither one gaining ground.
Onlookers gathered eagerly
Cheers, shouts, and taunts abound.
Each dealt a blow and took a wound.
It seemed together they would swoon
No one to win or lose.

But once the wounds did pile up
The Cleric made his call
To heal his wounds by miracles
Granted by Taniel.
And so the momentum did swing
Some cursed, some cried, some danced and sang
In praise of Taniel.

The Judge she had no miracles
Upon which she could call.
Her spearing skill, her strength of will
Impressed her god Asral.
For as her wounds grew grevious
Then did blow in a serious
Wind, dark clouds, and a storm.

The fight was his, confident he
Crack-ed a smile sly.
Just then his reverie shattered
-a rumbling in the sky!
And then a flash blindingly bright
Deafening boom -and then the sight!
The Cleric knocked out cold.

Some people quoth "It was pure luck!
It was not fair at all!
Others know on the Judge he smil'd
The god of war Asral.

Here this concludes the tale of
The Cleric and the Judge.
Robed in white he did come then leave
Serene Arborea.

---------Anthem of Eight Abodes---------

Arborea stands tall and proud
Like her ancient oak tree.
Knowledge center and tolerant
But elves, tshaharks please leave!

Cumberly and her ocean view
Of Geleal Rumorn
Beautiful, but her stench will make
You wish you were not born!

Bandama is a lovely town
Built on the Plains Amward.
But when the Alchemist Guild blows
The blast won't go unheard!

Ironhold stands a lawless town
Giants guarding her gates.
A town great for a vacation,
If you call Flinds your mates!

The Underground, the dwarven home,
In Giat she's carved deep.
If passing by Da Place, do stop
To taste its fine cuisine!

Naarved, Naarved earthen walls stand
Fortifications bold.
Ever helpful her citizens
Relieve you of your gold!

Oh, Elvandar so beautiful
Buildings gilded in gold.
But careful! They are watching you,
Elves quick to fine and scold!

Asador in the cold tundra,
Come meet her mask-ed priests.
But don't let down your guard too quick,
They'll eat you head to feet!

-- CuetLachtli - 2010-12-29