To celebrate the holidays, our guild ran a contest. Please join me in congratulating ArtamasBlaidd:
Sung to the First Noel
The first campaign the Empress did say, Was to lusty young peasants quaffing beer as they play, In barracks where they train, learning to slay. On a brisk winter’s morning that was so gay Recruits, Recruits, Recruits, Recruits! Go out and slay all the bandits and rogues And so they marched or’ field and knoll Through forest and valley they followed their goal. With one voice they sang, of the victories they’d win Of booty and loot, yet death was their fate. Recruits, Recruits, Recruits, Recruits! Cannon fodder is all you are!
Our budding poet receives either 2000 gold mine ore, or 2k each HW planks and Marble!