[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Crossed Swords.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] No One again? Hopefully. [/indent][/center]

Wizard thou art mere conjurer of cheap tricks,
Thou art a falsehood, thy learning a lie,
Thy staff impotent and thy wands old sticks,
Thy books are hollow, thine powers denied,
Magicless thy birth and so too shalt thou die.

Warlock thou art mere lender and borrower be,
Thine fey or foul or fiend thou hath consort,
Thy deal was tainted, thy pact magic a greed,
Thy soul is sold, thou art a filthy escort,
Thus suckle the rod which thou needeth support.

Spellsword thou art mere simple hack and slash,
Thou art brutish rapscallion of all the arcane,
Thy blade is heresy, thy melee balderdash,
Thou art false magus thus yield thy claim.
A sword for a staff means a stone for a brain.

Artificer thou art mere trinkets and craft,
Thy potions explode, thy scrolls too fail,
Thy enchantments fade, thy ideas a laugh,
Thou mayest tinker away all to no avail,
So leaveth magic be and work in sales.

Necromancer thou art mere dark and gloom,
Thy spirits unruly, thy hygiene doth lack,
Thy parts second-hand begotten of thy tombs,
Thy life is a waste, and thou would agree in fact,
Thus kindly die in a hole and never cometh back.

Bard thou art mere-

Wait a moment, better not let Sana know this one.
Perhaps it was best to leave the insults to the necromancers and other spellcasters.
Every sort of magic user had their own forte, although Sorcerers were born with it.
Everything was already inside of them, waiting to be tapped in with some focus.
They required not the years of study or borrowed from elsewhere but of course...

Sorcerer thou art mere accident by birth,
Thy chaos consumed, thy magics art crude,
Thy skills untrained, unearned of own worth
Thy mother a hamster who thy father imbued,
And she took his essence with gratitude.

Oh the joys of meditation, where does the mind wander.
Focus Thomas, there may as well be a fight tonight.
So breathing in and out slowly to the pulsating stars, the ever changing moon and the setting sun did Thomas attune himself to the universe.