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Belomar
Guest
The meanderings of my inspiration has this time led me to a humble song about the wizards of our realm, brooding robed casters able to summon forth the powers of the elements to rain fiery or icy destruction on their foes. Remember the old saying: Meddle not in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.
A Special Breed
Wizards are a special breed,
Masters of their chosen creed.
Moulding earth and shaping snow,
Making arcane magic flow.
Hands are weaving, tracing patterns,
Bolts are summoned, monster flattens.
Tall and straight in robes of silk,
The wizard hates invaders' ilk.