Like Faeries fighting in the fade,
A guild of Maplestory revelers,
Have reached the threshold and eyes paid
Attention to the higher levelers
Though no assassin, bandit, rogue, chief bandit,
Or hermit ever took a blow in dark sight,
The Tauromacis' poleaxe, touching land lit
And any contact made spun webs of arc light,
Thus wary foes knew well they hit their mark right.
With potions they adventured well prepared,
And traveled longer than a Kargos' bark might,
For claiming items rare from battle bared,
To drag to Channel One, where crowds their offers blared.
The First Capes Trade With Us to deep ends turned,
To end where, white fangs armed, lived villain's blouds.
In caverns underground, the pillars burned:
Metal hoops, thieves; hearts, one mage; blue moon studs,
Fighters; and crosses, clerics; their light floods.
They stopped in ruins, rubble past the road,
To watch for dark-winged claws and distant thuds;
And back and forth took portals that rooms showed,
Until they met, where they would snag the mother lode.
The thick haze permeated all the ground,
And colonnades stood bathed when twilight twinkled.
The enemy was nowhere to be found
And caused chagrin, so that their noses crinkled.
The pillars climbed, some gravel sparsely sprinkled,
Their steps went through the mute air and the tall fog,
Kandines and Serpent Tongues which curves had wrinkled,
Enraptured them in daydream, which thoughts all slog:
They waited patiently for him, hight Jr. Balrog.
The fog was lifted to an eerie ringing,
They saw the dirt shift when they heard wings flapping.
The torrents pushed down from above them bringing
The foe which bounded, then with claws for wrapping
Around a post, it swung to hunters trapping.
One fighter, bravely armed, swung so his sword
Flew through the air. He missed his target, tapping
The cold floor. When his friend for battle roared,
Then fury built inside, more than the fighters stored.
The fighters closest to their foe attacked;
The thieves beneath the beast fought at the border;
While wizards from afar their magic stacked.
Quick flurries sent the fighters in disorder;
Dexterity they knew, that spare recorder.
The two predicted lunges, and swipes wide,
Each one to satiate his inner hoarder.
The fighters battled with the beast in stride,
And fought down in its range, helped at a bandit's side.
The bandit strength who stirred, commanding, dived:
The dark lord's handiwork in savage blows
Was in his grasp surpassed, and dark flesh rived;
Gave six points jointly aimed, midst their fire throws,
A technique in which knife tips shredded foes:
And stones of Perion, the Kerning hives,
Or earth reared up from 'twixt Ellinia rose,
Or Scarecrows Henesys had stuffed with knives.
The loot all fought for, Jr. Balrog took with lives.
He rained down meteors which his spells could call in;
That through the arches, fiery alley sent,
The meteors smoldering since now being fallen.
Despite their lives, the thieves were valiant,
And blades were blurred against claws salient.
The chaos all was being self-same triggers,
And wrought by stars, brought down shows brilliant,
Which reft, and splitting ground, became like diggers,
So over earth, eruptions flew and cast dark figures.
The fighters could not bear the heat too long,
So they retreated, and upon a piece
Of ice touched, which by Faery powers strong,
Made so no pow'r would other states release,
Which, placed near openings, cooled elbow grease,
And made their faces cool, but did not freeze.
They charged back in with effort to increase,
At Jr. Balrog limned in histories,
Where Sleepywood dared not to go, for centuries.
The bandit's luck thus far had him preserved,
But Jr. Balrog cornered down his foe,
And swiped with claws that reared, sharp tips that curved,
To leave the bandit in a state of woe.
A wizard teleported with a glow,
As heart-shaped earrings glinted while they swerved
When she stood guarding him, her spells to throw,
Which, for such circumstances well reserved,
Could shield with poison gas, whose clouds their cover served.
Like dragons fought with griffons in the air,
Against a griffon's beak and lion paws,
Its scales beat on, as it made feathers bare,
When Jr. Balrog's fireball left jaws,
It flew for targets like a wreckage draws
A line of smoke, and missed them in their shroud.
Then in their triple scratch, they felt his claws,
Which found the two who cried in terror loud,
And lifeless turned their bodies, which into ground plowed.
They battled like famed Tristan of the past,
Their gladius blades struck, would smash back foes,
And massive damage deal, to villains fast,
With fury which abated in bold shows,
Against the one who walked on cloven toes.
His claws ripped through the air to counter back,
Their magic claws could cut down who they chose,
But fighters trained to bear the hard attack,
Showed much endurance, when avoiding being slack.
The fighters of the First Capes Trade With Us,
Saw Jr. Balrog weaken midst their fury,
And every chance did take, that good chance was-
And lo! The beast was slain and theirs' to bury.
The loot was their's to claim, so they made hurry-
Three magic scrolls were dropped amidst bagged mesos,
And a Kandine, with Ilbi stars that flurry,
Rewards that dropped, as when a Muse's tress chose,
For those who earned the feat, with courage that made less foes.
A snowy town in Ossyria
Bids travelers to buy a snowshoe,
They quests take on and trek through the tundra,
Grey Hectors by the thousands rove through.
What more was left, with Jr. Balrog gone?
The Sanctuary under Sleepywood
Was emptied, leave the travelers who won.
They used their scrolls to get to town, for food,
Rest, and to spread news of achievements good.
Where Chrishrama was found there was a sauna-
Birchwillow Sauna then, the crew renewed.
Which outside breathed in damp air cleaned by fauna,
Surrounded by Gold Hinkels, and one Red Katana.
They sank then lingering deep into a sleep,
Since Sleepywood's charm was the law o'er all,
The group could not afford their place to keep,
When news of unexplored finds they did call
To carry out with the guild's wherewithal,
But first made haste to Perion to sell,
And into channel one did First Capes fall
With items loaded, open air in which to yell,
Ilbis on sale, "for thirty million or tell-".
A station opened recently to Orbis-
Which was a town in skies connecting down
To where the Hectors farmed would clothe the garb-less.
The frozen tundra housed El Nath the town,
Beyond which Pepes skated, wrapped in down;
Large Yetis roamed at will and rumbling stepped
With dark companions, some of them were brown;
Whom Pepes mounted, heights found them when leapt,
As they combined, the Yeti a shrewd Pepe kept.
To there had wended First Capes Trade With Us
By strength. Alcaster had for them a guest,
An ancient book of powers odious
Was lost to frozen mountains and time lest
Adventurers lent ear to his behest.
They found a girl to lead them to a tomb,
A ring existed that its wearers blessed,
To be found buried with one to exhume.
They passed through Icy Fields, and went to Sharp Cliffs' doom.
Jade led, the green-eyed girl found in El Nath,
Through Icy Fields Somewhere to Haunted Ground
The First Capes Trade With Us who took the path,
And being led there met the Eight Lines Round.
They quoth: "For worse, the Yetis miss to wound
A misborne band of mostly bandits! Bah!"
Their guests then quoth, "Aside, please move around,
It is our turn to get at this old claw."
By which case groups went down, which items filled with awe.
The ring was handed o'er to Sergeant Bravo
By Jade their guide; two fighters who defended
Jake, whose identity, which with Gustavo,
Depended on Shinkitas double-ended;
A mage who wore a Seraphim, most splendid,
Supported by magicians, who were clerics
Trained in Ellinia, who friends oft mended,
Their names were Alrichs, Acheron, and Eryx;
They gave their rings to him; received the Sergeant, dare's fix.
They passed cold landscapes which pines filled in forests,
The Western White Pine's five-prongs made its spines;
The Western Yellow Cedar's bark was porous;
And pounded rain coats, plus salves used by Hines;
Subalpine Firs, among the latter, lines
Itself with boughs that made it good for beds;
Their young shoots Sitka Spruces sweet designs;
And Shore Pine's bark when torn, plates sheds
That can splint injuries—from bad events luck dreads.
The First Capes sought to get ten thousand furs,
And fighters spied ahead a herd of Hectors;
Both Ray and Senshi charged the steaming curs,
Whose claws were fierce, but shields served as deflectors.
Their canine pets were loot selectors.
Senshi's mace flew, dominant o'er hounds, shed,
And smashed their skulls, right in their map detectors.
For pets to find the map parts evil founded,
As warriors gained strength, from potions strength compounded.
Their ops took them around to Haunted Ground-
And five miles past, a mesa all addressed,
Snow-covered, and all undulating found
Plains filled with Hectors, swarming in a fest.
And through the narrow gulch the First Capes pressed,
Their swords came cutting through and maces clunked,
The fighters kept the Hectors from their rest,
So battle choked the tide for map parts junked.
The killing fields were warm, but temperatures had plunked.
The torn cartography was brought to him,
Alcaster pieced together pages heaved
By Hectors, who they hunted and did trim,
The Ancient Book of Power's, then believed
To lay in mountains, secret was retrieved,
Its resting place was in the Orbis Tower;
Ten tower floors of sentinels were reaved,
The middle held the Ancient Book of Power,
Beneath a statue stored, past sentinels' last hour.
No more would that defiant tome resorted
To help the Black Mage in his time of need.
Its magic sealed, the book no more reported
To casters' tries; Alcaster's purging deed
Did that. He gave them Justice Capes, their lead
Exclusive to ones rising fast past the sixties,
And hemmed in gold, had slots, a luckless need;
Then upgrades made, the First Capes flew betwixt seas;
Their capes adventures' prize, now pressed on to the pixies.
A magic cloud held up a city
Explorers traveled to by ship,
Like hanging gardens they were pretty,
Behind the clouds where they did zip.
The city Orbis floated in the sky,
An ocean sat below: a cloud whose power
Derived from magic made the city fly.
Beyond its gate, there led paths to a bower,
Beneath, carnivorous plants could devour;
What higher, Jr. Cellions' by swarm
Could overpower, hunters in their hour;
And higher-living Cellions would show alarm,
While Lucidas, red-eyed, had tails that none could charm.
Alas! All this may fit in Lucid's method
Where by his dreams he hatched and put to use,
To barrier the Truth, he makes my death bed
Out of its life-thread. This poetic muse
Stirs not to frame recordings of that ruse,
Or be unhelpful in the mortal realm,
But of some decent leisure be to choose,
A tale of simpler times for rhymes to helm,
From what was engineered, fine figureheads of elm.
Below them laid the pixie's skies all terraced.
Cascading levels stretched, and were attached,
Extending down through clouds that blocked the fairest
City that looked upon men that was hatched
In blueprint form, and that construction matched
With magic clouds for flight, to make air bourne-
To rest where it, at times, was by clouds patched.
Townspeople met, the First Capes found with hair torne,
A faery in distress, her garments threadbare-worn.
A picture frame clung to her hands; her pet
Eliza, quoth then Kriel (as she was hight),
Has run amok, and being crazed, she would let
None come retrieve her, Kriel asked, "It does slight
Me so, for pets to hasten daytime's flight;
And so I ask you brave ones, could you clear
The skies that Lucidas made dark with blight?
Then maybe my Eliza, now in fear,
Will come back and be sweet, like my Eliza dear.
Thus to the floating gardens First Capes went,
First past Nependeths, then by climbing ropes,
Through Gardens of Three Colors made ascent,
And came to where the Cellions scrounged slopes,
Beyond, in the domain of telescopes.
The gardens far displayed hung high above.
A staircase to the skies they took, with hopes
To breathe in thinned-out atmosphere. And of
The doors closed off before, came what gave those a shove.
Into a garden dark and rank they filled;
Wrought gates in ivy lined passed, weight clouds lurched.
The Jr. Lucidas foes found who killed.
In gardens, Lucidas up high besmirched
The fair sky Orbis filled and had researched,
And filled with darkness, so broad day made slighten.
There, hoary-faced Eliza up high, perched,
Was crowded, where their numbers him did frighten;
But as they cleared the skies, they caught him, skies to brighten.
They brought Eliza, frazzled, hoary, spent,
To Kriel in Orbis, who thanked all the crew-
Then Hilla's pleas attended, so they went
To find among the places where they flew,
Restoratives a crystal ball was due.
Before their fortunes could be seen for sure,
To understand from power which it knew,
The crystals from the pixies needed were,
From fleecy clouds strength sapped, which Pixies took on tour.
They went to strolling path and their way made,
The star-capped pixies to outmatch.
The First Capes stormed the dubious palisade,
And clouds recaptured did their capes all catch.
Ropes anchored by balloons saw crews detach,
To seek the pixies out who lower dwelt.
The air with stardust filled, left by the patch,
When spiny suns them pelted, then did melt,
With lunar crescents, floating, that half their damage dealt.
The magic once extracted from the cloud
Was taken back and ground down to a paste.
The Cygnus Empress had night terrors loud,
When one night she in nightmares her fears faced:
An image in the mirror her replaced,
And darkness marred the Empress hand to toe,
And when she woke, her conscience was defaced,
The Cygnus Empress First Capes then let know,
That what they saw revealed, her very form was foe.
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