The Mystic Wood
Hidden in the Mystic Wood
Where hundreds of magic oak trees once stood
Lived the legend Orin Sworf
Mighty warrior heroic dwarf
Slayer of a hundred trolls
Trophy keeper of a hundred skulls
With sword and shield of magic steel
Almost every enemy became his meal
Until one fateful morning
When a horse backed messenger came with a warning
‘Let me make this understood
Pack your bags and leave this wood
If you do not you will be destroyed
A fate you no doubt you can avoid’.
But the dwarf he did refuse
For he knew that he would never lose
So the rider took back his reply
Someone this day was about to die
On that fateful day
The warrior who came Orin’s way
Was the pig like beast Dagrim Du Darke
And his mighty axe soon found its mark
With a swipe he pierced Orin’s chest
And the fearless dwarf was laid to rest
Dagrim took a torch in hand
To set alight the mystic land
Every tree was burned to the ground
Until not even ash could be found
Dagrim Du Darke turned to leave
While Orin’s family were left to grieve
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