Post by King Richard on Nov 19, 2015 23:02:06 GMT -6
Since we had a couple Torm Hordes show up for the Last Battle, I was inspired by the memories of past ages. I seem to remember every age so far has had a Torm horde in the LB, and it means instant death on that city. While most of us know and accept that, there have been some few great heroes who have tried tilting at that particular windmill.
So, to help us teach future GoSers of this folly, I have created this lovely ballad.
Charge of the Tormslayer
The Last Battle’s here!
The Hordes start to form.
But none are so fearsome,
As those made of Torm.
They cannot be killed.
And they cannot be beat.
But the Tormslayer knows,
He’ll never retreat.
So…
The Tormslayer charges!
The Tormslayer Fights!
Smashing and bashing,
With all of his might!
He stabs to the left.
And he stabs to the right.
He’ll fight to the death,
For the glory of the Light.
He kills a few dozen.
He kills a few more.
But he isn’t worried,
He’s killed hundreds before.
His strength isn’t waning.
His strength he will hold.
To win this great battle,
He’ll have to be bold.
So…
The Tormslayer charges!
The Tormslayer Fights!
Smashing and bashing,
With all of his might!
He stabs to the left.
And he stabs to the right.
He’ll fight to the death,
For the glory of the Light.
You cannot dissuade him.
Can't make him see sense.
"There are Torm here" he says,
"We should spare no expense!"
He'll continue to wage war,
He'll fight till the end.
"Oh Creator!" He prays,
"Is there no help you'll send?"
Can't wait for response.
Can't wait for reply.
For the Tormslayer knows,
These Torm must all die!
He knows he must fight on.
He knows he is right.
But he refuses to believe,
He'll die on this night.
So...
The Tormslayer charges!
The Tormslayer Fights!
Smashing and bashing,
With all of his might!
He stabs to the left.
And he stabs to the right.
He’ll fight to the death,
For the glory of the Light.
His body is weaker.
His sword is now dull.
But more men are coming,
His hope is now full.
“Come help me my comrades!
Come join in this fray.
If we stand together,
We will win this day!”
Some thought about glory.
Some thought about Fame.
They knew that they shouldn’t,
But still they all came.
They rode on together.
They followed him in.
With one last great charge,
They knew they would win.
And…
The Tormslayers charged!
The Tormslayers Fought!
Smashing and bashing,
It was all for naught!
They all fell that day.
They fell on the spot.
They fought to the death,
For the glory they sought.
The Last Battle’s here!
And the Hordes start to form.
But none are so fearsome,
As those made of Torm.
They cannot be killed.
And they cannot be beat.
Now the Tormslayer knows,
The taste of defeat.
And…
The Tormslayers charged!
The Tormslayers Fought!
Smashing and bashing,
It was all for naught!
They all fell that day.
They fell on the spot.
They fought to the death,
For the Fool, may he rot.
So, to help us teach future GoSers of this folly, I have created this lovely ballad.
Charge of the Tormslayer
The Last Battle’s here!
The Hordes start to form.
But none are so fearsome,
As those made of Torm.
They cannot be killed.
And they cannot be beat.
But the Tormslayer knows,
He’ll never retreat.
So…
The Tormslayer charges!
The Tormslayer Fights!
Smashing and bashing,
With all of his might!
He stabs to the left.
And he stabs to the right.
He’ll fight to the death,
For the glory of the Light.
He kills a few dozen.
He kills a few more.
But he isn’t worried,
He’s killed hundreds before.
His strength isn’t waning.
His strength he will hold.
To win this great battle,
He’ll have to be bold.
So…
The Tormslayer charges!
The Tormslayer Fights!
Smashing and bashing,
With all of his might!
He stabs to the left.
And he stabs to the right.
He’ll fight to the death,
For the glory of the Light.
You cannot dissuade him.
Can't make him see sense.
"There are Torm here" he says,
"We should spare no expense!"
He'll continue to wage war,
He'll fight till the end.
"Oh Creator!" He prays,
"Is there no help you'll send?"
Can't wait for response.
Can't wait for reply.
For the Tormslayer knows,
These Torm must all die!
He knows he must fight on.
He knows he is right.
But he refuses to believe,
He'll die on this night.
So...
The Tormslayer charges!
The Tormslayer Fights!
Smashing and bashing,
With all of his might!
He stabs to the left.
And he stabs to the right.
He’ll fight to the death,
For the glory of the Light.
His body is weaker.
His sword is now dull.
But more men are coming,
His hope is now full.
“Come help me my comrades!
Come join in this fray.
If we stand together,
We will win this day!”
Some thought about glory.
Some thought about Fame.
They knew that they shouldn’t,
But still they all came.
They rode on together.
They followed him in.
With one last great charge,
They knew they would win.
And…
The Tormslayers charged!
The Tormslayers Fought!
Smashing and bashing,
It was all for naught!
They all fell that day.
They fell on the spot.
They fought to the death,
For the glory they sought.
The Last Battle’s here!
And the Hordes start to form.
But none are so fearsome,
As those made of Torm.
They cannot be killed.
And they cannot be beat.
Now the Tormslayer knows,
The taste of defeat.
And…
The Tormslayers charged!
The Tormslayers Fought!
Smashing and bashing,
It was all for naught!
They all fell that day.
They fell on the spot.
They fought to the death,
For the Fool, may he rot.
