A Cleric and a Archer

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A Cleric and a Archer
Written by: Image

An unknowing archer and wielding brother make their way, into Shire to slay a six legged monster that startles riders assay. They swipe, they slash, they hit, they lash, and the beast will never touch another who’ll pass.
A brother, an archer continues to be, in a city made full of starlit trees.
The brother, the archer continues on a traveling road, to stumble across a band of fellows. A hint by the Archer, little guild joined together agreements written under heavens tear. A little faction now united with a larger entity at that, now destined to find its way on the map, taken from beasts that use trees to make a thunderous clap.
The brother grew tired and departs, now taken into another realm, leaving the faction a little less equipped. The Archer now takes to others; little know his brother one day to later return, under the name of another, to help fight against the deepest heart born.
The faction, a battle for land; the test, winning a land, the next after next.
One day back to the starlit town, an Archer remembering a memory, a lost comrade, a brother, a friend who left, together since the beginning were going to be the best, but left.
The Archer straying arrows into creatures of the wilderness, notices a girl, a whisper in her ear to go get her attention, her touch, her grace.
Who else could leave an Archer breathless, alive and red faced.
A cleric, an Archer, a murmur, a mention.
A Cleric he hears, her Faction the best, stops to hear, taken one breath after breath.
A Cleric with a torn heart, that may fancy another, still remembrance of past.
An Archer, a Cleric separated by different factions battling for fame.
An Archer, an arrow, a note, a girl with a heart split between two, only to give one her own.
A prance, a flight, they sway, forelock, they grow, they write,
Day into day, and night into night.
She embraces, she feels for the Archer, the fellow,
the Cleric left her faction once her own and joined, an Archer’s home.
Now a cleric, an Archer together, gifting each other their names, a husband, a wife.
A damsel, a kiss
A prance, a flight,
The two Unite.
Now one faction together, together they take flight.
An archer wounded luckily to have a cleric nearby.
One night all misty the two strongest Factions collide.
The Archers thoughts go wandering,
A barbarian, a dictator, a muscle, a flex.
The faction, the Cleric, and Archer no long united under as one, a Barbarian, a button.
An Archer a banish.
The place he once called home now left his heart broken.
Barbarian’s orders, the Barbarian’s men chased and chased, they went to hurt the Archer, the world didn’t seemed less perfect.
The Archer now left exiled from a guild he called home, to be what he knew in his heart which now felt like alone.
A cleric, a shock, still in the Barbarians faction, a Good bye, to leave, to be by the Archer’s side.
A friendly guild in environmental arms they set name, they battle in dungeons and caverns filled with bosses along game to build reputation in treasures and fame. The Barbarian, his men going at him and his friends, the others, disrupting the group of Brothers.
The faction which was day, reformed to change to night, it reddens it deepens, it takes the whole world to shake into freight, an Archer scorned is worse than scorning the most fearless of Knights.
A new companion a leader arises, an offer, together, a new Faction, it’s a fact!
A wrong to make right, and honor to take back!
A barbarian rouge encampment, in the middle of the map of perfect world!
Destined to battle because they separated a perfect boy from a perfect girl!
The romance, an Archer, a Cleric
The family, the friends takes sight.
The middle of the world, on the land feeding the Barbarians Informing the Factions moral.
A moment of silence, and surprise, the brother returns in the one last hurrah.
To go against the Barbarians that wanted to Barbarian the whole perfect world.
The Faction, now endowed with love by its side the Faction battles to stop the Barbarian Tribe.
The shields they clash, the swords against bucklers, catapults hurling at one another.
The magic crossing like arrows going each and every way,
Almost no hope for the faction this day.
The Barbarians swaying cutting down the Faction left and right.
A battle where only one Victor will be left this night,
All they troubled their battled and stunned a glance, with just one hope,
The faction builds for one last big push, they rally, and they muster strength,
They grab the catapults and push ahead with stallions and steeds!
The Faction with hope knocks down and through the Barbarians Barbariousy.
A tale like this will never exist again,
an Archer, a Faction, a Land,
Teamwork won’t fall, when their friends
With a little romance, a lot of friends most of all
It’s truly proof love conquerors all!

Based on Real Digital Events happened 2008 Perfect World International Lost City
Thank you to all the adventurers from Bloodlust, Entourage, Enraged, and the rest of Lost City!
Got a little sappy and wondered how everyone’s doing…

SilverMinx - Lost City

Wow epic!

Ahira - Lost City

Amazing!

Oh you might have missed the part when the noble archer started rpking everything in HO, SP etc b:chuckle

Nice hearing from u again tho