Poem: Whirlwind of Steel (Mercenaries)

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Belomar

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As per request from Fingoniel (remember, inspiration cannot be directed, only coaxed), I've finally put together a poem describing the virtues of our Mercenary friends. For all you worthy Mercenaries out there, stand straight and give us a double-proc!
Whirlwind of Steel
A merc is a man with no master, no mission,
Save money he harbors no special ambition.
Wielding twin weapons with speeds of a lizard,
He fancies to gut the occasional wizard.
When cornered he'll fight like a whirlwind of steel,
Making the foe within moments to reel.
Despite his fashion to move with a swagger,
You better beware his skills with a dagger!
/em waits with interest to see if Fingoniel will make a mocking version of a poem devoted to his own class :)
 
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Tranquil-

Guest
Hehe, nice :)
Can you make a scout-one to? Puhleaase?
 
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Flimgoblin

Guest
Hmm as you say it can only be coaxed :)

Think my muse has left me temporarily ...

Good poem :) :clap: :clap:

Can feel good about Fing now :) (not that finally hitting 40 has anything to do with that of course)
 
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Talifer

Guest
I have a more fitting one

There once was a Merc named Bert
Who thought that his weapons would hurt
He was attacked from the rear
With a large pointy spear
And now he's just eating the dirt

Talifer
 
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Kagato.

Guest
Brilliant as always lol, but still waiting for a polearm armsman one ! :whip:
 
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Troryn

Guest
very fast actually when hunting, althogh most of them have a problem doing 90 degree turns ;)

kinda like mercs
 

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