II: The Gathering

With help from a pint or three,1

was an ancient legend told:2

treasure shrouded in mystery3

hidden in a God's abode.4

Those who sought all where vanquished,5

Every single one had failed.6

Brave marauders soon relinquished7

once they'd heard the dire tale.8

Vitrael spoke soft and quickly,9

careful that he was not heard,10

while the others, drunk and sickly,11

nodded at what they had learned.12

Vitrael asked for assistance.13

All the men who had been present14

Gave some thought, but in an instant15

Laughed that they had been hesitant.16

A pact was made upon that table,17

by twenty men in drunken fogs,18

That they should be hallowed in fables19

For their robbery of Gods.20

Stumbling, the men retreated21

to their humble shacks and beds22

pondering what they'd been treated23

to within their feeble heads.24

Late that night, a tempest bellowed25

Roaring winds howled for their heed26

To our group of common fellows27

questioning Vitrael's deeds.28

"Fools of Tyria, dismiss29

The words of cunning Vitrael30

All his words are poisonous31

His quest leads you only to Hell!"32

The most decided to betray him,33

concurred his plan was sinister.34

Though in the morn, Vitrael swayed them,35

with boasts of wealth administered.36

"Friends," said he, "We'll bask in riches,37

greater than the world has seen!38

Your hand shall be the very stitches39

sewing every woman's dream!"40

As to rob a God is folly,41

Vitrael is surely keen.42

These men's judgement gone in volleys43

of Vitrael's blasphemy.44

"In a fortnight, East of Tright,45

We set sail from the land.46

Once the shores escape our sight,47

I shall reveal the greater plan."48