Alliorus the Grand Elder of Changelings

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Chapter 6

*Oddly not writtenin poetic form*

As I am looking back on the whole of my life and my
work. I have dreams that will be remembered forever in my
eternal sleep. Dreams of a light so bright and a Fortress
so strong that the forces of evil are forced back into the
shadows from which they came. It has been my pleasure to
serve this effort along side with my Brothers and Sisters
of the light in whos company I finally feel as though I am
equal, and to whom I can ultimately call friends. This
will act as my last will and testament.

To the Fortress of Light, I leave all of my items for
the chest in hopes that they can continue to combat evil and
oppression when I am gone.

To the orphanage of Balator, I leave 14000 copper that is
in my bank account. It is my hope that they can hire some
guards to protect those children.

I am sorry there is not more.

Sincerely,
Alliorus Al Athuen

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Chapter 5

Oh, the thrill of victory,
Oh, demoralizing defeat.
Oh, What a day today is,
the day my fate I meet.

A chance to serve the light,
A chance to give some hope.
To those in darker places,
then places where they can cope.

A chance to strike the heart,
of evil where it lies.
a chance to strike the Empire,
and take the Codex when it dies.

I hope dark hearts are turned,
to compassion, empathy,
but if not they be returned,
to the depths of hell in defeat.

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Chapter 4

A world of adventures, of men and of gnomes,
of dangers and perils sometimes faced alone.
But there are times in the stranges of places,
with temples and Sphinxes with terrible faces,
that all that is needed is a heralding light,
to fight off the inevitable coming of night,
When what was most surely started as a flaw,
was saved by grace of the honored of macalla.
Songs should be sung over hill over dale,
of my benevolent savior, the one with the tail.
And what tales of tails will be told do I say,
Too many already, mine will just fade away.
But I write this not for any accliam,
but for thanks of my savior, so thanks all the same.

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Chapter 3

Oh, what graceful beauty became
the fairest of elves Aubrielle is her name.
Oh if only her heart i could train,
to make it beat for me as mine beats the same.

Her hair, her eyes, her tricks with a coin,
if a villager ate her I'd be quite annoyed,
but is not just her demeaner i wish in the morn,
I wish it from the tips of my hair to tip of my groin.

So what graceful beauty become?
It is her, and I hope to her I'm not just a bum.
For I look for her at the dawning of every sun,
163 years and I think I'm in love.

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Chapter 2

Dreams I have at night and day,
of futures past, of yesterday.
Images of wings wrapped around the sun.

These dreams though I know not what they say,
The repeat each night not at my desmay
for they tell the tale of evil engaged,
for they tell the tale of evil's dismay,
They tell of trumpets soundings and songs to be sung.

Then there is a giant V,
a giant bird up at the lead,
its beak is like a sword indeed,
its wings a shield for those in need,
See and heed the bird decrees
let evil fall down surrendered to thier knees,
no more blood to shed, no more wounds to bleed,
as the fiery bird charges like a war horse steed,
the battle though clearly not begun is won.

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Chapter 1

If you strike me down with words or blades,
you'll never get inside.
My head and heart is what remains,
it ebbs and flows like the tides.
Its the dawning of a new day,
to hear no more of children's cries.
Its the dawning of a new day,
So like the sun I'll rise.

Your evil will betray you,
It will grow like a disease.
It will take away your compassion,
your ability to see.
The world will just forget you,
forgiveness is left for me.
The world will move beyond you,
like the rolling of the seas.

So if you strike me down today,
You'll never hear me cry.
For its the dawning of a new day,
and like the sun I'll rise.

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