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That feeling, that needing

    • 394 posts
    November 5, 2017 11:16 AM PST

    Say it loud, say it out loud, vocal it with all Bard's cords.
    Treading marching feet and hooves pounding beat, threading cross the raging fords.

    Refracting light, distorting sight, blinded cannot see our flight.
    Rushing leafs, air that breathes, confound cannot grasp its might.

    Closer now, here they come, those songs of green and velvet black.

    Those come from guild, those come from raid, those come from lucid voices.
    Those go to pick a fight, those go to make a fright, those go to sing of chaos.
    Tuned as one voiced to you friendly and direct.

    Looking out and wandering where you progress, while being stuck for a rezz.
    You may decide, to step out of play and leave a guild behind you.
    Everywhere there are adventurers passing by, angry faces and not a friendly smile.
    Under stress, selfishness, a part of our days.
    Now, you finaly have decided, you will leave that all behind.
    And discover, something better, and I know where you find it;
    Find in a place of harmony, of laughter, and of sights. If you seek me, that is where I'll be.

    In this plane of wonder I am anticipating.
    Such fantasy so stunningly delightful.
    Here the water glints and my gear burns bright.
    This lights that heart of mine.
    In this strange event I am participating.
    With gathering friends so rightful.
    When a blue wind blows, this game takes flight.
    All here in me; I feel this fine.

    In the newbe zone when I was young, I would play with my friends and we sung our song.
    And we all, and you all, loved the game, its nature and the freedom.
    And we went after mobs that had us thrilled;
    I remember the first time I got killed,
    by the angry mob, the roaming mob, who whispered "What would your you like your tumbstone to say?"
    But I longed for some excitment, so I traveled around Norrath.
    After that I settled down and I became a fam'ly guildy.
    With the chatties every night and lived dreamingly.
    Now I know that's not quite the game for me.

    I'll be waiting at the zoneline.
    Ready to engage that buggy script.
    Where the mobs warp and their claws are sharp.
    That's my fun and game.
    When the screams vibrate the halls.
    And the chaos is surrounding me.
    When the raidleader yells, that's all I need.
    High end raid, high end played, that is sweet.

    Swirling around the mezzed and the freshly rezzed, dodging emotes and eightlegged goats.
    Pulling trains of trash and burning nameds to ash, cyclones slashing hounds, flying arrow rounds.

    Oh, my friends we would hate to see you be without it, I am sure you love this high end too...

    ... If you'd join us, I can promise, you'll stay until eternity.

    In this plane of wonder I am anticipating.
    Such fantasy so stunningly delightful.
    Here the water glints and my gear burns bright.
    This lights that heart of mine.
    In this strange event I am participating.
    With gathering friends so rightful.
    When a blue wind blows, this game takes flight.
    All here in me; I feel this fine.

    With the high end raid, cos it's my raid, you'll see...
    On the high end raid, on the high crusade
    delighting us, progressing us

    All the voices and the chaos are embracing and surrounding me.
    I'll be waiting at the zoneline.

    • 4507 posts
    November 6, 2017 6:00 AM PST

    Very nice Rydan

    • 3404 posts
    November 6, 2017 9:51 AM PST

    Thanks for sharing!

    • 272 posts
    November 7, 2017 7:06 PM PST

    Very cool, Rydan, Very cool indeed!