My Favorite (Guild) Things

[Anniyas]

My most recent minstrel creation, enjoy, laugh, and snack!

``` My Favorite (Guild) Things-- by Anniyas!

Shadowy-cloaked warriors stabbing and dashing,
Knights in their armour all noble and clashing,
Ogres who brawl and then ask what they hit,
Wizards in towers deciding what's writ!

Monks breaking ribs while they hum in deep focus,
Priests plotting curses with eerie psychosis,
Rangers who vanish and strike from the trees,
Neidars who drink while they smash who they please!

When the spells boom, when the blades slice,
When the tavern brawls!
I simply remember the chaos we love,
And nibble on snacks through it all!

Calians move behind with swords full of flair,
Vampires who flirt while they drain you mid-air,
Dragonarmies burning up villages whole,
Laughing while roasting some marshmallow rolls!

Morgul Mages just brooding and scheming,
Mercs taking gold while their loyalties teeming,
Fire Knives lurking with daggers so keen,
Waiting to strike--if they don't trip unseen!

When the gold's gone, when the mobs spawn,
When the war horns blare!
I simply recall those who bicker and brawl,
And shrug as I snack in my Hall!

Clerics of elements shifting the seasons,
Gladiators who fight without rhyme or reason,
Angmar's dark army just marching along,
Kenders pickpocketing while singing this song!

Elven archers whose arrows fly faster,
Striking down foes with incredible mastery,
Sneaky tricksters with mischief in mind,
Swiping your gear with a grin so refined!

When the quest's lost, when the loot's bad,
When my sword just breaks!
I simply remember the world is still vast,
And find something good on my plate!

Cadets in their training halls swinging their sabers,
Dreaming of glory while stuck running papers,
Elemental scholars, their minds full of lore,
Bending the winds as they open the door!

Students of magic with books piled higher,
Arguing spells as they set rooms on fire,
Minstrels whose melodies charm and enthrall,
Weaving up stories both grand and banal!

When the foes charge, when the spells fail,
When my fate's unclear!
I simply remember the stories we weave,
And grab a good snack as they near!

Gardeners of Gont with their herbs and their flowers,
Speaking with plants while they tend them for hours,
Mariners braving storms on the Bloodsea,
Laughing at danger as wild as can be!

Saurians marching with scales gleaming bright,
Cold-blooded warriors built for the fight,
Smiths in their forges with hammers held high,
Crafting the weapons that make kingdoms cry!

When the tide shifts, when the walls fall,
When the realm shakes free!
I simply remember the chaos we bring,
And snack through the mayhem with glee!```

[Sydney]

And snack through the mayhem with glee!```

Better be snacking with popcorn!