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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DralonXitz" data-source="post: 1721579" data-attributes="member: 20083">The Bartender nods and takes the gold, sliding over over two ales and two keys, with the room numbers on the keys."Thank you sir, I'll have your steak taken over as soon as it's done.As he grabs the glass and smells it, he is appaled and apologizes profusely.  "By Brima's Beard, I am truely sorry.  Long hours I suppose, ya know."He turns around and grabs a fresh bottle from the wall, with a black label reading, "Old No. 83, Mier's Finest Whiskey.  He also grabs a short fat glass mug and slides it over to him, "On the house Master Dwarf.  I apologize for that.As one of the Minstels bends over and picks it up, he nods to the elf and whispers something to his partner.  They tap their feet a few times and begin to emit a soft tune from their lutes, one of the Elves humming as he softly begins to sing."The seasons change, across the land...    The grass to snow, the snow to sand.        The creatures live, the creatures die...    The kingdoms fall, the kingdoms rise.    The tales sad, the warriors brave...    From the mightiest general, to the lowest knave.    But no single story, will make one so sad so soon...    As the tale of the Dragonknights, in Glorious Amun.    The Kingdom shined, it's deeds were great...    But even such glory, could not deter it's fate       Their scholars foresaw, the coming doom...    But even this darkness could not bring them gloom.    The Nobles laughed, they drank in the feast...    They did not fear, the approaching beast.    Only one Lord believed, the great Scholar Kontano...    His name was The Patriarch Lord Nagano.    He told all the councils, of the goblins campaign...    But even now, they did not fear the bane.     He finally had enough, to hell with the Lords...    He assembled the Knights and rode out to the Hordes.    They fought truely bravely, without a fear...    Only Nagano could shed a tear.    His men were fading, them hope was dim...    The Future of his Kingdom, was getting grim.    He gripped the Phalanx, and charged to the Hall...    Where he and 3 Knights were confronted by Krall.    He laughed at the Patriarch, he considered him weak...    Nagano's men knew, the outcome was bleak.    They engaged in a duel, ignoring the snow...     Until Krall turned and dealt, the final blow.    He held up his hammer, and bellowed a shout.    The Dragonknights knew, their fury was out.    The Goblins slaughtered them, without any remorse...    The Final Knight knew, this was his course.    So this was the end, of the mighty Knights...    There would be no more conquests, great feasts or fights.    The room goes silent as they finish their song, everyone in the tavern silently stating down at their cups, a few shedding tears as the Elves finish playing.As the group finishes hearing the tune, Zar and Derrik slowly examine among the gloomy faces.  Only one being seems unaffected by the tune, that Zar notices, a pair of Red eyes in a pure black cloak, with a massive Greatsword stabbed into the ground next to it's table as he glares at the Elf, his eyes seeming to get redder as Zar looks into them.</blockquote>

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