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So onward went our heros
gladly now accepting fate
out of war , out of peril ,
out of hardship they are made

Thus they seek unknown land
where treasure lay beneath the depths
Lo it does now call to them
though many dangers still are left

and yet they walk through hills and darkness ;
through the vales of swirling mist
A cottage found in land of goblin
lures them in with hopes of rest

and through the window light is dancing
An opened door reveals their fate
There within is a necromancer
Soon a secret deal is made

Now , he says , there is a tunnel
hidden in the deepest woods
Spiral stairs of ancient stone
will take you to the underworld

There be trolls , hordes of goblin
and many dangers yet untold
brave them and you'll find the dragon
It is he who owns my soul

He's older than the earth that binds him
and his strength is not a myth
Slay him , then return to me
and I will surely grant your wish

So our heros seek a treasure
not of gold or precious gem
but something that is even greater
The resurrection of a friend...
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To be continued...

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