The wait is over. The excitement has proved too much, the clamour to hear Rhiannon ‘s poem has grown too loud! The world wishes, nay demands, to read it now.
So here it is. By Rhiannon, official-poet-in-residence.
Now settle yourselves down, relax with a cuppa, take off your wigs and light your pipes. Like the Dungeons, the ballad is long, unlike the Dungeons it is not interminable.
Enjoy. The Ballad of the Dungeons of Dol Guldur by Rhiannon (new official poet-in-residence for Berath’s Brain Burps). Here.
Arise all people of Middle Earth,
It’s time to prove your metal and worth!
What heroes now will heed the call?
Who will cause the tyrant’s fall?
In Dol Guldur, so dark and damp,
Three steadfast friends commenced to camp.
And why would these three, so bold and brash
Submit to danger and possible lash?
The Warden with his powerful dread
Had prisoners to the darkness fed.
Some noble elves so fair of face,
Resisted the cruelty of the place.
Deep within the heart of stone,
Their very beds filled with bones,
They waited, hoping not in vain,
For some brave folk who were insane.
So, Otroki, Qanien, and of course, Rhi
Were so naturally the companions three.
Into the fortress the three did tread,
The trolls they studied, plans were said.
Then slowly with a snail’s great pace,
They set about to save those fair of face.
Around the corners Qanien peered
While Rhi and Otroki drank some beers.
Up and down the guarded halls,
He watched and listened for troll footfalls.
The elves they found and something more
Things that were twisted behind the doors.
Sentries, keepers, prisoners broken
Soon were dead without words spoken.
One troll, two troll, who said four?
Otroki said, “Beware the door!”
“Behind it could stand the missing troll.”
Rhiannon’s laughter began to roll.
Then with movements ne’er rehearsed,
The trolls sedated (nothing worse,)
The elves were led with hurrying step
To the courtyard, they fairly leapt.
Of course that was when they didn’t cower,
Rhiannon’s mood began to sour.
“The door’s just there?Why don’t they go?”
“Are they expecting some floor show?”
So, on and on, the trio went
Until the night was quite well spent.
And finally when they turned around,
Nine elves were there, standing ground.
Oh, Otroki, Qanien, and of course, Rhi,
Sometimes you probably should just flee.
Then came The Warden with robes elite
Does he realize he has no feet?
Otroki yelled and tapped his shield
As the specter shouted, “Yield!”
“Get it in the corner,” Rhiannon screamed.
The elves came running like some bad dream.
The battle engaged, the arrows flew
The minstrel sang and played tunes she knew.
Otroki banged and yelled and taunted,
His underwear he fairly flaunted
Anything to keep The Warden’s eye
And keep him from having Elven pie.
The eyes of red were passed around,
As one and all bravely held their ground.
“The elves, the elves,” Qanien ranted.
Whilst the minstrel fairly panted.
“Oh, hush,” said Rhi rather terse
The words she actually used were worse
“It’s hard enough without YOUR guff!”
And things from there got rather rough.
For when The Warden gave voice to fear,
And our three companions had no choice to hear,
They ran like chickens not quite dead
Running about without their heads.
Be brave, Otroki, Qanien, and Rhi!
The end is near, do you not see?
It was then Rhiannon began to doubt,
That she really had the clout,
To keep these Elves from the death they sought
But stubborn she is, or so they thought.
Suddenly, a thunk and groan!
The robed tormentor gave a moan.
The elves they cheered and gave a shout
And made a break for the way out.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Were the elves NOT gone to heaven.
Rhiannon gasped, Otroki shouted,
Qanien, the hunter, actually pouted.
“The one I needed! At the last minute dead!”
It was then Rhiannon bonked his head.
And then the heroes’ cheers abounded
And the treasure they passed arounded.
What was this noise? What did they hear?
Was there something left to fear?
Was it the troll behind the door?
Ah, it was simply Legotho’s snore.
Hooray, Otroki, Qanien, and Rhi!
The Elves they owe a debt to thee!
Our kinship is slowly moving towards the Mirkwood Raid. But we’re also still running Dar Narbugud. And we’re attempting to re-start Watcher raids. Whilst doing the turtle.
Is this ambitious? In a word, yes. Is this overly ambitious? In three words, too damn right! We have a shortage of healing classes, we still have people getting radiance, we have people who can’t raid on various days, we have people who can only get on-line after 9pm. We are a casual kinship.
And I’m the one, undaunted by all practical considerations, trying to make it happen. I’ve been arranging the kinship raids from when we were running the Rift back in May 2008. A scary length of time. We seem to have an unusual way of sorting our raids in that I am not the Raid Leader, perhaps more the Raid Administrator. I don’t go on every raid and in fact for many of the Raids I’ve arranged I can’t go on; it took me a while before I could go on my first Dar Narbugud run. However, this hasn’t proved too much of a problem since I’ve used the advice of the Raid Leaders re. class balance etc and followed tactics threads so I have an idea. And I mainly allocate places and arrange scheduling.
So, here I am, attempting to juggle 4 raids. I have to be honest, one of the balls may have to be dropped. Most likely it will be the Watcher. As per my previous post, I’d like to keep the Turtle on. And organising that has by and large been taken up by a kinmate. The Watcher is nice in that, like the turtle, it’s just one boss and can fit into an evening but, unlike the turtle, is a complex fight. It also only requires a middling amount of radiance. But at the moment, with us regularly running DN, it really counts as an extra. And many of the people eligible for it are only a step away from being ready for DN, which I want to continue because our current raiders are still getting use from it and we can feed new people in. We had someone new start last week and we have someone else new this week. So, focus on that.
Anyway, lets see if my ‘vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself’ does fall ‘on ‘th’other….’
How do you know if you don’t try.