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sir not appearing -> (AQW) T'was the night before frostvale A poem by yuka Hyouga (friend) amd Sir Zevan (me) (12/19/2010 19:45:38)
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‘Twas the week before Frostvale
And all through the server
Adventurers gathered to fight
The same thing over and over
For the 1% drops
And the 2% armor
Except for Cysero
Though he is quite the charmer
Twilly was hung
By his red Santa hat
As George Lowe was laughing
And asking “what’s that”
He turned to the door
As a sound echoed new
And when it was opened
Kimberly tumbled through
“I made it!” she exclaimed
Flashing a smile
As Voltaire set up
The stage all the while
The Questers arrived
And gathered round the tier
All except for Artix
Who was late again this year
As the band played their music
In fun little ditties
One-Eyed Doll melting faces
As Twig ate a fishy
Cysero upstairs
Could hear the commotion
And ran down the stairwell
In unstoppable motion
He noted the table
Covered with snacks
He frowned at the left-sock
Bacon it lacked
Artix walked in
With his hands in the air
Expecting a welcome
Or at least some fanfare
But o, woe is him
There was no such thing
Just as scolding from Beleen
For the ham he didn’t bring
Undead popped in
Artix readied his weapon
But then Gravelyn arrived
Meatless ribs for concessions
They were placed on the table
She flicked back her hair
And to Artix’s surprise
Sparkles went everywhere
“Gravelyn?” he spoke
In a questioning manner
Pointing out glitter
The seemed to surround her
“Sorry about that.”
She said with a smile
“Edvard was over.”
Her statement was final
Drakath smirked at the party
And flew into the night
“Happy Frostvale to all
And to all a good fight!”
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