Keeper of Lore

Opal Grainwind Chapter 1

We wander the wilds
tracking our prey
those fools that stole from us

They raided our home
those fifteen fiends
They will pay for their crimes

We dare not engage
We are but five
determined hunters fierce

We have a bold plan
to slay these fools
We’ll use the Demon Plague

Our village suffered
as did the rest
all folk are victims, true

Our arrows are tipped
with dire poison
to kill a man quickly

The trail has ended
our prey is near
We draw our vile arrows

Five arrows strike true
their wounds are slight
but soon they fall down dead

We released their ghosts
from their bodies
but quickly they returned

They woke from their deaths
demons they are
no longer living folk

They noticed their friends
soundly asleep
the demons set to work

The demons busy
slaying comrades
We sneaked into the camp

We gathered the loot
sacks of bottles
our fine Coastend whiskey

Alas, the demons
murders complete
then turned upon my group

We five were attacked
by our folly
fifteen demons we made

We could not succeed
I took my loot
and fled into cold night

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