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Filbus came to in the Neriak Commons.
His laughter rang like a death knell through the
Cold stone halls of the Dark Elven city.
He uncorked and drank all the ale he had left.
To Filbus's soaked, depressed, deranged mind
It seemed the dark elves had tried to trap him
And encase him in the perilous walls of their city
So that they might, once and for all, defeat him.
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His heart grew hot to slay his hated foe
and so he found Divn L'Crit, his nemesis
Fought him in a trial of single combat
Upon the dark crags that ring the edge of Neriak.
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Divn died. Could it be a surprise?
But Filbus was not finished. Himself alone,
he combated with half a dozen elves
Until it was the last three of the guard.
One, two, three, their bodies all hit the floor.
The alarm tolled loudly in the hot air
Black elf blood ran blue in the streets
The garrison approached. Filbus fled!
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With all the bravery of a halfling,
Filbus sprinted away before his foes
His fun had been had, he chose not to die
Here, in this murky forest of all damned places.
No, he would return to the hand of his
Estimable sweetheart, O' Grumphilda
Ox-eyed Grumphilda, whose legs
are stout and thick like short trunks of oak!!