Feb 02, 2006 10:37
Fartuth's Holy Role
The child was found at the temple's door
During that winter twenty years ago.
The holy men saw only good in his core
But that would forever be Fartuth's woe.
The boy grew and his spirit did soar
Until the day he faced his greatest foe.
Fartuth heard the Call and went forth
To find his destiny in an ancient ruin.
For three months, he headed north.
And several skeletons he did in.
There he found a band led by Korth
Before ridding the land of sin.
A wrath awaited Fartuth and his friend
Before they fought for captured souls.
Korth lost many of fine fighting men
Before Fartuth read aloud from the scroll
The creature's evil was cleansed
And the cleric fulfilled his role.
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