The Raid


  As the ahses cleared the people mourned,
Over a world beaten and torned,
The enemies of the fallen danced in spite,
Not prepared for what was to come that night,


For as siwftly as the Fallen fell,
It seemed as if their souls were rasied from hell,
They assured a new call to all those still of honor,
And massed together a band made to slaughter,


In the quiet darkness they mass,
they planned and pained and were prepared to bash.


The Warriors great and tall empty swifty from their great hall
With Varsis of Old and Dippity the Wise,
they came against the enemies they dispeised,


Rejuvenated by the new they conintued on too,
For DarkWolf the Bold and San the New,
they faught onwards as the hundreds they slew.


And at the head of pack, leading the march,
their stood Wylf as he crept in the dark,
The warriors he rallied and his rading be won,
he and he alone knew it could be done.


And so be told the stroy of the raid,
the first of many which will be staged.



  Written by Wylf
 
  The Slaughtering of AF-
 
  The newly risen Warriors deeds not done,
  They challenged to a battle not yet won,
 
  Agreed to it 4 brave souls they were,
  battle against the af- scourge,
 
  As battle comenced victoys were found,
  and it seemed thier plan sound,
 
  Sancifito The Great,
  Raped Teals Lords before the game was late,
 
  Dippity The Wise,
  Had Mighty Carriers who ruled the skys,
 
  DarkWolf The Bold,
  Made sure the enemies could take no hold.
 
  Wave after wave the Warriors met,
  Each time leaving af- in debt,
 
  Untill alone thier leader hid,
  Cowering in a cornor as a Pig,
 
  And there amoungst the field came yellow
  prepared to slaughter this Pig Like fellow,
  Sword drawn and men to bare,
  He destoryed the last of his presence there,
 
  And so ends the tale of the 8 way battle,
  Where the AF- were slaughtered as Cattle.
 
 
  Written By Wylf
 
  The Forgotten

Battle Ready the Raised stood,
Prepared to raid those they could,

Their before them the encampment of the enemy swine,
Who were in no way prepared for the raid that would take place at this time.

The Raiders drew thier swords to the skys,
Put thier head level and let their battle crys,

On to the bloody field they poured,
Prepared to defeat the wayward scourge,

The emeines had forgotten the Fallens plight,
and did not see the Raiders ships that night,

Their words echoing as those of the past,
Had long escaping the enemies grasp,

Again the mighty Warriors were there,
Sancficto The Great slayer of those who dare,

Varsis of Old and Dippity the Wise,
Fought upon the field side by side,

The Vengence and hatred burned deep within,
For Wylf could feel it tingle upon his skin,
He knew the time had come,
When finally a battle against this enemy could be won,
And so he led his force nigh,
and in to the unseen enemies cry,

Again a Victory was forged
For those who knew not what was instore.

 
  Made by Wylf
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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