[center][color=olivedrab][h1][i]The Many Miracles of Malek[/i][/h1][/color]

[i]As sung by Eòghan the Song-blessed.[/i][/center]

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“The dauntless druid Malek walked the land,
A mighty druid with no living peer, 
From suncast golden prairie to blue ocean grand,
Walked this pilgrim without fear.

With him he bore a simple cane of oak and yew, 
And a cloak white as purest snow,
As he strode confident through sun and morning dew,
Content to watch the forest grow.

He spoke to deer and snake and wolf and bird,
Friend to all of the living things, 
A kinder voice than his has yet been heard,
Carried on the wind’s wings.

But upon this day not all was well in the land,
A foul evil in the forest spread, 
None other than a massive, wicked robber’s band,
Breaking root and tree as animals fled.

Malek walked through brush with nothing but a smile, 
He had never seen warriors causing pain,
Unknowing of the force that encroached to defile,
And establish their greedy, wicked reign.

And through the trees came the foe, a truly horrific sight,
With crooked blades and clubs of stone,
Painted armours of leather and sorceries of blight,
They let arrows loose from bows of bone. 

And the arrows they fell as rain during a rugged squall,
But Malek remained still without dread, 
His eyes eyes filled with courage, unaware of the cabal, 
Even as an arrow fell straight for his head. 

But just as the arrow fell from above in the sky,
Either by the eight’s touch or by luck, 
Malek saw his doom and thought he would die,
Just as the arrow caught on a passing duck.

The robber baron drew his crooked blade and shouted to attack,
And his band charged with a thunderous sound,
Malek wide-eyed with surprise, he gasped and was taken aback,
As a wicked raider pushed him to the ground.

The bandit grinned and pushed down Malek with his weight,
As another approached with a terrifying frown, 
You can call it misfortune, divine intervention, or perhaps fate,
The friend stumbled on a rock and cut the bandit down.

Malek crawled through mud and into dense forest ran,
As the band of raiders followed with a shout,
And Malek hid deep in the woods to come up with a plan,
Blind to the drake that found him with its snout.

The drake leapt with claw and tooth, a predatory brute,
As Malek turned to see the raiders were in tow,
Our hero tried to run but fell as his foot caught on a root, 
And the drake sailed over him to strike his foe.

Malek continued his escape, but it was all for naught,
As the chieftain caught up to him, 
The crooked sword swung as the warrior had been taught
And Malek’s prospects turned dim.

But our hero was blessed by gods of nature and prosperity eight,
On a cliff above them landed a single dove,
And as the chieftain lifted his sword to seal Malek’s sordid fate,
A loose boulder fell and crushed him from above.

And though our hero had no lifted a single blade,
And never intended any harm,
Nature rose around him to come to his aid,
And returned him safely to his farm. 

Malek may be gone today but his legacy lives on,
In his word, kindness and deed, 
For as sure as we shall see another dawn,
Nature will always be our creed. “


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A song from the Boreal Highlands, performed by Eòghan.

It details the misadventures of Malek, a (very) lucky druid!

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[hider=MP/DP Summary]

No such thing here!

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[hider=Prestige]

Eòghan: 5 + 2 = 7.

New total: 7.

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