A Shaman's Tale :)

[Gasoline]

Starting out in
Midgard's land,
I was soon offered
A helping hand.
A Level Fifty
Shaman kobold,
Walked upto me
Gave me 100 gold.
I hadn't said a word,
Yet he insisted a yes.
What was the reason?
It was anyone's guess.
A rich Level One,
I wandered off,
To the region of Gotar,
To kill some stuff.
Very very soon,
I was a Shaman smurf.
No idea how to spec,
I often hit the turf.
It was finally at Eight,
When I found Nisse's Lair,
A cave full of tomtes,
With gingery hair.
It wasn't very long,
Before I joined a group,
We sat in a spot,
And made Tomte soup.
My next big event,
Was with the Dark Tides.
I was making armour,
When I joined their side.
It was with much joy,
I went to Myrkwood,
Slaying the werevoles,
Who were killing the good.
Then one day,
Dark Tides had died.
It was so depressing,
I could have cried.
But not to worry,
For in front of me,
Were the Ghosts of Valhalla,
Who invited me.
Within a week,
I was Level Twenty,
I went way up north,
To Thidranki.
I stepped out the door,
To look out in shock.
There were Hibernians.
Lots of them, running amok!
We hacked, and we slashed,
And made our way out,
Thank God for our Skald
Who was using his shout.
I then found Vendo,
When I hit Twenty-five.
It wasn't very long,
Before I wasn't alive.
This was my home,
Until Level Thirty,
Then I went down south,
To seek my X.P.
Varulvhamn is weird,
As far as caves go.
Its uneven flooring,
Really does show.
I slayed things here,
Till level Forty.
There was another cave,
A little North of me.
I ventured to here,
To find Spindelhalla,
And it wasn't long,
Before I visited Valhalla.
The things here are tough,
and stronger than most,
Especially those stupid,
Arachite Tunnelhosts.
After many days playing,
I'm still not quite there,
If I don't hit Fifty,
I'll rip out my hair.
But now, for me,
The Ghosts have gone.
I've joined a new guild,
I had to move on.
The Brotherhood's their name,
A guild, Strong and Proud,
We like to go hunting,
In the islands of shroud.
But now I must go,
For I have a guild hunt,
I'm needed for healing,
And my hammer that's blunt.


This was the tale of my relatively gimped shaman, Naven...I'll try and put the odd comical DAoC poem up here in the hopes that someone will notice it

 

[old.Tohtori]

*Inspired by A Shaman's tale*

I made a Thane,
a really nice chap,
but it's a shame,
that it's so crap.

My weapons are bad,
the sword isn't sharp.
My magic is just sad,
it even looks like a fart.

My usage is none,
i even loose to an elf.
And now i'm done,
gonna hang myself.

 

[ruudoniac]

*Inspired by A Shaman's tale*

I made a Thane,
a really nice chap,
but it's a shame,
that it's so crap.

My weapons are bad,
the sword isn't sharp.
My magic is just sad,
it even looks like a fart.

My usage is none,
i even loose to an elf.
And now i'm done,
gonna hang myself.

ROFL

nice stories from both of u

 

[LordjOX]

Hehe, funny the last one
keep it up !

 

[SevenSins]

*Inspired by A Shaman's tale*

I made a Thane,
a really nice chap,
but it's a shame,
that it's so crap.

My weapons are bad,
the sword isn't sharp.
My magic is just sad,
it even looks like a fart.

My usage is none,
i even loose to an elf.
And now i'm done,
gonna hang myself.

Ahahahahahhahahahhahaha, make a followup for NF though.

 

[Himse]

reminds me of the good old days :wub: gj Gasoline mate really enjoyed reading that

 

[rivan]

three classes I've played to any great level,
tanks i ignore tis in magic i revel,
my first was a caster of spirit persuasion,
before pb spam, hard to stop an invasion,
my next a runemaster, an infil's delight,
he was always face down, no chance in that fight.
at last came the isles, a shrouded affair,
with casters that limped, and far too much hair,
armies they summoned, skeletal and fragile,
and lifetap that stealthers, no matter how agile,
could not evade, avoid or out damage,
so cried 'nerf that boney', 'and that there savage!'

so there are my casters, of ages gone past,
the summoning muppet, the fragile but fast,
and the one that could kill things, that caster of bone,
that flaming lifetapper ... always alone

but things are a chaining, frontiers a' new,
and fish tainted items from sea deep and blue,
atlantis's items my casters adorn,
and once mighty tanks i can force to eat lawn,
the tin cans are easy, to farm them is fun,
it's casters that screw me with castable stun,
and though now my nukes are hard escape,
those boltrange fast messes are still a pisstake,
with 10% casting and staff glowy red,
i fuck with a sorc, i still end up dead,
be that with master of spirit or rune,
or dancer of bone, lifetapper of doom

so watch out in emain for riv is a comin',
he may lack those mezzes, and don't expect stunnin',
ok he can't lifetap, and no there's no pet...,
and no, no diseasing.. but what'd ya expect?
he's riv the runemaster, a middy darkcarver!
ok he lacks artis, and that makes it harder,
but those ml's he'll get and one day he'll be capped...
and watch out you albies.. cos then he'll be back!

 

[Chronictank]

 

[ABD]

<3 riv

 

[Synthnal]

Wow Rivan, very cleverly made & funny, loved it! :wub:

 

[rivan]

:wub:

ty

 

[Haki]

Nice one!

You are really good at poetry.
You must worked hard with this!
:bazbeer:

 

[fortunefish]

fantastic work guys

your reaaly special people and keep this section alive

thank you

 

[Gasoline]

your reaaly special people

Hear that?! He called me special!!!

Here's a poem I made a while back called "Ode to Albion" (It could easily have been Hibernia, but the "chorus line" doesn't work as well with a bunch of magical robe-wearers!)



Ode to Albion - by Gasoline

Running through the valleys of Emain Macha,
While skalds shout their songs, and bards singing la-la,
You soon begin to realise that albs weren't there
To be beaten, like others, fair and square.

Taking an alb keep, bashing down the door,
You get so close, you can see rust there for sure.
When they arrive en masse, they zerg you to the floor.
The Knights in Shining Armour aren't shining anymore.

Who'd have thought that the civilised race
Would be the ones putting their realm to disgrace?
They come in zergs, not one group, but FOUR!
The Knights in Shining Armour aren't shining anymore.

Their classes are too tough, but Mythic don't care.
They couldn't give a damn that we're ripping out our hair.
You see when the albs jump on you, blood, guts and gore...
The Knights in Shining Armour aren't shining anymore.

It takes quite some nerve to do what they do,
Highlanders in battle, yelling "Och aye the noo!"
But their tactics remain, without a single flaw.
The Knights in Shining Armour aren't shining anymore.

Enjoy

NB: As a Mid, I refuse to comment on ANY Midgard classes in a poem, so no complaints that so-and-so a class is more overpowered than anything else!!

 

[Niroth]

Hah, just saw this thread Hey Naven, long time no see
Hope you're doing ok


/Pirotessa of Dark Tides