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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!
/em waits with interest to see if Fingoniel will make a mocking version of a poem devoted to his own classWhirlwind 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!