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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the valley
fighting kept brewing, bannermen started to rally.
The Triad, the Legion, the Hands, and the Port
against all the evil, scheming, nefarious sort.
The druids and rangers were patrolling their woods,
and the Exigo fiercely guarded their goods.
Lord Byrun in his castle and the Thane is his keep,
were dreaming of riches, smiling in their sleep.
When out from cold Aquor came a bright ball of light,
a shining bald head that drove back the dark night.
Away to the Second Wind it ran like a streak,
intent on making the holidays a little less bleak.
The locals were gathered by the fire en masse,
bickering and arguing and speaking with sass.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
but a red-robed wizard carrying cookies and beer.
With a group of his peers following in his wake,
each burdened with confections, candies, and cake.
A whirl of fury and sound as they set out their treats,
His voice guiding as they placed elegant tables and seats.
“Go Melza, help Nikos! Tyranus, stop tormenting Tas.
Someone get our drunk gladiator off his lazy ass!
Spread out the pastries, pour the wines and the ales!
If you break my nice flatware, the banshee shall wail!”
And they came from all corners to feast and make gay,
forgetting their differences, if just for one day.
“Let us feast, let us drink, let us forget why we fight!
For today happy Christmas, and to all a good night!”
fighting kept brewing, bannermen started to rally.
The Triad, the Legion, the Hands, and the Port
against all the evil, scheming, nefarious sort.
The druids and rangers were patrolling their woods,
and the Exigo fiercely guarded their goods.
Lord Byrun in his castle and the Thane is his keep,
were dreaming of riches, smiling in their sleep.
When out from cold Aquor came a bright ball of light,
a shining bald head that drove back the dark night.
Away to the Second Wind it ran like a streak,
intent on making the holidays a little less bleak.
The locals were gathered by the fire en masse,
bickering and arguing and speaking with sass.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
but a red-robed wizard carrying cookies and beer.
With a group of his peers following in his wake,
each burdened with confections, candies, and cake.
A whirl of fury and sound as they set out their treats,
His voice guiding as they placed elegant tables and seats.
“Go Melza, help Nikos! Tyranus, stop tormenting Tas.
Someone get our drunk gladiator off his lazy ass!
Spread out the pastries, pour the wines and the ales!
If you break my nice flatware, the banshee shall wail!”
And they came from all corners to feast and make gay,
forgetting their differences, if just for one day.
“Let us feast, let us drink, let us forget why we fight!
For today happy Christmas, and to all a good night!”
Enjoy your day!
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