You step out of breezehome to head off on your travels
Having heard of great treasure and bandits to scour
You ready your steed and don him his saddle
Then it’s off to explore the ruins of once a great tower
Up on the mountain with tower in sight
The bandits are spotted – a weak looking lot
The chief then steps up - “your gold or your life”
You size up the lot – “I’ll leave you to rot”
With a flick of your tongue they burn like the sun
As survivors take off for the door
It’s only begun yet their poor lives are done
As you put the last of them down with the sword
But lo and behold there’s more to be told
As dragons swoop down from above
Their souls all but sold they’re sure to be bold
Yet with landing their graves they have dug
They breathe frost and fire but you do not tire
And beckon a storm from above
They fly ever higher but now to their ire
The lightning has shown them no love
One comes crashing down with a cacophonic sound
To find that your blade’s at his throat
With a strike to the crown the beast is brought down
And his flaming flesh sent down the road
Now one ancient remains as he lands in disdain
And with pride shouts “Yol Toor Shul”
Flames he did rain and leveled the plain
But it seems he mistook you a fool
As you lower your shield you’re filled with new zeal
And lunge towards the dragon with force
The dragon does reel for defeat he must feel
As his blood hits the ground in remorse
You walk in the tower and to the end of our tale
Seeking your payment for felling the beasts
A word wall before you – a power unveiled
A great gift of magic – a malevolent speech.
