Gather round all you lads and young lasses,
And listen, regardless of classes,
A tale of fear,
Of danger no longer near,
'Bout a sorc' who gave in to Madness.
In order to tell you this tale,
(In hopes that you'll buy me an ale)
'Twould only be smart,
To begin from the start
For that way I hardly can fail.
In this land, a sorcerer born,
Who went by the name of Orlorn,
being really quite smart
He sought for lost Art
'Twas do that or Die!' he had sworn.
Now, Orlorn made a horrible deal,
For in his power-mad zeal
He forgot protocol,
Thus losing his soul
Twas a mistake he couldn't repeal.
'Tis truely a shame
we did not know the name
of this demon from hell
that Orlorn knew so well,
Or we might have stopped it's mad game.
Slowly, bit by bit, part-by-part,
This Demon strangled his heart,
'Til in the end
He'd gone round the bend
In a quest for this forsaken art.
The Demon who now felt very free
and went on a mad killing spree.
Whatever they tried
They went there and died,
as Orlorn cackled with glee.
Gods! How the mighty did fall
in this mad essence spell free-for-all.
I can name in a trice,
those that died thrice,
eliciting gasps from us all.
Drizzt was instantly slain,
he did die again and again.
But twas Thalior's fall
that did silence the hall
on a day that had quite gone insane.
On Thalior's third rezz he did cry:
"Gods & Demons! I'm sick of this guy!"
He ripped open space
to a horrible place
And stuffed Orlorn in on one try.
Thus the danger was ended,
and our wounds were all tended.
Oh, and Thalior took
Orlorn's sorcerous book
and the spells to which he's accredited.
Now remember: Before you're platonic
With something completely Demonic,
Think far ahead
Or you'll wind up dead,
an outcome we'd both find moronic.
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