Lord_Inquisitor
01-02-2006, 12:58 PM
<center>An epic poem by Cassandra, Sovereign, Lord Inquisitor, and Illya</center>
The roleplayers of Warhammer forums,
Have many peccadillies and problems,
Each person known for their triumphs and wit,
Or, perhaps, by their severe lack of it.
It began, three score and twelve moons ago,
Climax began it, but were soon laid low,
In the void, we clung together, to play,
Till Mythic came along to make our day.
Back in the folds of time when it began,
Was the original fluffmaster man,
His friends called him ole Wyrmslayer supreme,
And dubbed with "pops" when in that deranged team.
Following in the elder rabbit’s steps,
Standing elite upon his cold, hard, steppes,
Anaris was a little too aloof.
He probably won’t like this little spoof.
He neglected and left his lonely pet,
Who we all know as the Moving Target,
Who quickly abandoned his friends and guild,
When a girl left him feeling more fulfilled.
Just before the girl, there was a great dame,
A legacy weaver, Cass is her name,
Noted for hugs and pouncing for chocolate,
She has a wit that bites like a bullet.
Bred from the same stuff as Cass was Issy,
Who we think is a bit of a pixie,
Muffins are his staple of choice, you see,
“Obtained” by Asrai kitchen thievery!
Sitting next to him is of course Septin,
But we’re not sure how he came and crept in,
Whether he’s playing the thief or the knight,
Try to give orders, you’re in for a fight.
Opposite him in the Legacy House,
Was a man somewhat known for being a grouse,
Kosh is his name, he’s as loyal as steel,
But a stubborn man, as one tends to feel.
His writing leaves somewhat to be desired,
Though his dedication must be admired,
To the eternal pursuit of women,
Telthan is a bit hard to determine.
Dependable fellow, is our old Thrax,
He is eight feet tall, but you can relax,
With the Lord of the Wolf as his patron,
He'll drink you under the table, often!
The renowned master of the Arena,
Vermis is known for his wise demeanour,
Shunning all profiles and roleplaying well,
Whether sad Ogre or pitfighter's hell.
So cool and exciting our home can be,
Some members bring along their family!
Sharing computers to try and get on,
Kai-Loq and Lagmachine join in the fun.
There is only one Skink who makes us laugh,
With fishheads and stunts that verge on the gaffe,
Cheerful and smiling, with innocent eyes,
Darxide’s prawn loving is not a surprise.
Igfig’s claim to fame is winning his duels,
His writing is heralded, his posts are jewels,
He’s also Batab, of the YNH’s,
Very odd lizardmen, crazy creatures.
What can that be that I smell at the back?
Why 'tis but Halfling, roasting on a rack,
Who can forget Osiris, our old friend,
His sidekick Patchy, a menace undead.
Debonair lord of the vampire species
Sovereign of Night has many souls to please,
With his long golden hair and his satire,
And crazy schemes that usually backfire.
Lord Inquisitor once wrote a letter,
There within was contained a vendetta,
He forgave all, and returned to the fold,
Wisdom is silver but silence is gold.
Serving you at the counter is our friend,
Born and bred Inquisitor ‘til the end,
He goes by some names and not just a few,
That’s Arend, Theron or Illya to you!
Hans riding on the back of a camel,
But which one's the superior mammal,
A son of Her Majesty, stout and true,
Yet an Inquisitor to me and you.
Sitting at the desk, pen clutched tight in hand,
We’re all surprised that he hasn’t been banned,
Corellion is that ole blighter’s name,
And the unknowing add to the Times game.
Pendrako and Archangel and Garthilk,
The mod team are all bred from the same ilk,
They do a fine job of keeping the laws,
And have a great way of spotting the flaws!
Once upon a time, a monster was born,
Came from America, that wretched spawn,
Been plaguing the forums from tip to toe,
You know him, you hate him, it's ByronWO.
Who's that there behind him shuffling his feet?
Why it is but Havok, or just "teh l337",
We hated him from the first word spoken,
He can't spell because his "kiybroads bloken".
Spirit or Giggles, or any title,
Putting him in this wasn't too vital,
We put in the emo right at the last,
Because we have to end this very fast.
They all have their merits, all have their flaws,
Each adds their piece to the overall cause,
A community diverse, friends, foes, chums,
All right here on these Warhammer Forums.
The roleplayers of Warhammer forums,
Have many peccadillies and problems,
Each person known for their triumphs and wit,
Or, perhaps, by their severe lack of it.
It began, three score and twelve moons ago,
Climax began it, but were soon laid low,
In the void, we clung together, to play,
Till Mythic came along to make our day.
Back in the folds of time when it began,
Was the original fluffmaster man,
His friends called him ole Wyrmslayer supreme,
And dubbed with "pops" when in that deranged team.
Following in the elder rabbit’s steps,
Standing elite upon his cold, hard, steppes,
Anaris was a little too aloof.
He probably won’t like this little spoof.
He neglected and left his lonely pet,
Who we all know as the Moving Target,
Who quickly abandoned his friends and guild,
When a girl left him feeling more fulfilled.
Just before the girl, there was a great dame,
A legacy weaver, Cass is her name,
Noted for hugs and pouncing for chocolate,
She has a wit that bites like a bullet.
Bred from the same stuff as Cass was Issy,
Who we think is a bit of a pixie,
Muffins are his staple of choice, you see,
“Obtained” by Asrai kitchen thievery!
Sitting next to him is of course Septin,
But we’re not sure how he came and crept in,
Whether he’s playing the thief or the knight,
Try to give orders, you’re in for a fight.
Opposite him in the Legacy House,
Was a man somewhat known for being a grouse,
Kosh is his name, he’s as loyal as steel,
But a stubborn man, as one tends to feel.
His writing leaves somewhat to be desired,
Though his dedication must be admired,
To the eternal pursuit of women,
Telthan is a bit hard to determine.
Dependable fellow, is our old Thrax,
He is eight feet tall, but you can relax,
With the Lord of the Wolf as his patron,
He'll drink you under the table, often!
The renowned master of the Arena,
Vermis is known for his wise demeanour,
Shunning all profiles and roleplaying well,
Whether sad Ogre or pitfighter's hell.
So cool and exciting our home can be,
Some members bring along their family!
Sharing computers to try and get on,
Kai-Loq and Lagmachine join in the fun.
There is only one Skink who makes us laugh,
With fishheads and stunts that verge on the gaffe,
Cheerful and smiling, with innocent eyes,
Darxide’s prawn loving is not a surprise.
Igfig’s claim to fame is winning his duels,
His writing is heralded, his posts are jewels,
He’s also Batab, of the YNH’s,
Very odd lizardmen, crazy creatures.
What can that be that I smell at the back?
Why 'tis but Halfling, roasting on a rack,
Who can forget Osiris, our old friend,
His sidekick Patchy, a menace undead.
Debonair lord of the vampire species
Sovereign of Night has many souls to please,
With his long golden hair and his satire,
And crazy schemes that usually backfire.
Lord Inquisitor once wrote a letter,
There within was contained a vendetta,
He forgave all, and returned to the fold,
Wisdom is silver but silence is gold.
Serving you at the counter is our friend,
Born and bred Inquisitor ‘til the end,
He goes by some names and not just a few,
That’s Arend, Theron or Illya to you!
Hans riding on the back of a camel,
But which one's the superior mammal,
A son of Her Majesty, stout and true,
Yet an Inquisitor to me and you.
Sitting at the desk, pen clutched tight in hand,
We’re all surprised that he hasn’t been banned,
Corellion is that ole blighter’s name,
And the unknowing add to the Times game.
Pendrako and Archangel and Garthilk,
The mod team are all bred from the same ilk,
They do a fine job of keeping the laws,
And have a great way of spotting the flaws!
Once upon a time, a monster was born,
Came from America, that wretched spawn,
Been plaguing the forums from tip to toe,
You know him, you hate him, it's ByronWO.
Who's that there behind him shuffling his feet?
Why it is but Havok, or just "teh l337",
We hated him from the first word spoken,
He can't spell because his "kiybroads bloken".
Spirit or Giggles, or any title,
Putting him in this wasn't too vital,
We put in the emo right at the last,
Because we have to end this very fast.
They all have their merits, all have their flaws,
Each adds their piece to the overall cause,
A community diverse, friends, foes, chums,
All right here on these Warhammer Forums.