Now, dear friends, gather ye round
The better that ye may hear my sound
And once ye all have collected here
I will spin you the story of Dragomir.
A simple man was Dragomir
He wanted for naught and showed no fear
A hero for all the land was he
But content forever this hero could not be
For an Evil lurked on the far side of the world
Where Dragons and trolls Roamed the western shores.
Of Beaconbreach, our hero’s home, these monsters knew nothing
So great was his surprise when a wizard came running
With a beard as long as his breaths were short,
He told tales of horror of Demons killing men for sport.
“We need a hero to stand against these dark days.
The midlands are taken, the towns lit with Dragons blaze.
They have rallied behind one lord and master
I saw this with my own eyes, and rode here all the faster.
I’ve heard tellings of you across the glade
How you protect the innocent with stout heart and strong blade.”
Dragomir waited till the wizard was through
He spoke with words heavy as his intentions were true.
“Truly, these tales darken my heart
Against all these shadows, what will be my part?”
The Wizard leaned forward, his voice was Grave
“It is up to all who are able to stand tall and Brave.
GroveSpeaker, The Wise One, Men do call me well,
I was at your Father’s Side when the Great Demons fell
By His blade, by his honor, we were all saved
A peaceful life for all was the path his sword paved
Now be the Time, Mighty Dragomir
Take up your Armor! Protect those you hold Dear!”
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