Twas the night before Chirstmas, on 'Ol Riddermark
The sun had then set and was getting quite dark.
When out in the moors small movement was seen,
These sinister creatures with motives quite mean.
The wargs crept in silence, all gathered in packs
Licking their lips as they prepped their attacks.
The reavers ran hunched with their glistening blades,
Soiled with blood from the kills they had made.
The Warleaders shouted so all could move faster,
With Defilers who followed them, planning disaster
The spiders had already got to their goals,
And were nestled all quietly inside their holes.
The BA's were missing, and noone could see
Them hiding in fortreses, legs soaked in pee.
This whole evil band wearing armor quite drab
Converged on the bridge commonly known as STAB
Their intent was clear gathered behind a tree,
They were planning on ganking poor An for DP.
A warg pulled the camp which is a pretty cool trick,
Except An was not present, he was replaced by St. Nick!
“Oh Ho!” cried the elf “Naughty girls, and boys”
As he swung around a heavy sack filled up with toys.
“To the bridge” Cried the creeps with a hasty retreat
“We need it's support if Saint Nick we will beat”
They pulled him right back and started to fight,
While whomever had agro would be forced to kite.
But Santa was not a mere trifling foe
Many a creep suffered a devastating blow.
The fight wore on and few were left standing.
The jolly old elf had some skill quite outstanding
But weakened from fighting he was about to give way
When a new silent figure stealthed into the fray
The creeps eager hope then immediately sank
As this shadowy figure appeared now to gank
“Stab him!”, “Kill him!” words from the creep raid's lips
“At least get a bleed on him before he HIPS!”
But it was all in vain, and the creeps were upset.
As they watched Old Santa ran back, reset.
I hope you enjoyed this storyline arc
Merry Christmas to all, here on Riddermark!
