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At Reid’s Inn, there’s a popular quest
For a ring, robe, and hat, it’s the best.
But beware of the dead,
They will fill you with dread
Of becoming a permanent guest.

Well Rill, let me return the favor and answer your limerick with another limerick, too (i also declare this to be my counting entry):

Rill wrote: ↑07 Mar 2023, 18:04

At Reid’s Inn, there’s a popular quest
For a ring, robe, and hat, it’s the best.
But beware of the dead,
They will fill you with dread
Of becoming a permanent guest.

Hotel Califor... erm ... Hotel Asphodel
to the melody of "Hotel California"

At Reids' Inn, there is a lot of grieve
and every little speck of hope, is just there to decieve
"Relax," said dead Nigel, "we are programmed to haunt
You can check out any time you want
but you can never leave!"

WELCOME TO THE HOTEL ASPHODEEEEEHEEEL bawl

In the Ruined Swamps there roams the evil one
His powerful attacks remain unmatched
Even if you have wit
The balls might hit
Bring enough chicken wings or you'll be done

In Nivalis the weather is cold and Windy
A worried Angela tells of a great shindy
Her daughter was kidnapped by Yeti
Brave fighters cut them up like confetti
Angela was grateful for the return of Cindy

In a realm of swords and sorcery,
Where magic blooms and heroes glory,
Warriors fierce and mages fair,
Fight together, with passion rare,
In a land where courage fills the air.

ps: sorry my english is bad, it was generic.
pps: happy women's day to all female players.

In a Diamonds Cove, Three Diamonds shine.
Their song and rhyme are friends of mine.
A Touch of Gray, they keep Truckin'
Those strings they just keep plucking.
Better watch your speed and sing in time.

Weeks of grinding Spiders, come shine or rain
Must keep at it, and suffer through the pain
Finally open the chest
and... a ring is not the best
Welp, time to make an alt and start again

Magic Ways

Once you touch the Mana Seed,
Magic flows within,
come and see.

"Look at me Sagatha"!
Be my Educator,
teach me some Spells and get me wiser.

Let the Magic Path, be my way,
feeling the elements, breath and pray!

Let the inner Force grow and dilate,
magic experiments within, raise and inflate.

Wont look at me, Sagatha,
Nature Witch your honor.

May you feel my yore grief,
just pure darkness, no faith,no sensitivity.

Quest for Antennas,
scythed some Pinkies.

Cold blooded,
young and foolishly.

Blooded Balt, there Spirit leaves,
dead Fluffy Bodys just for Fur.

No wonder why crying into sleep,
won`t kill for Wool no more, crossing that shore.

The Menace, the Plague in me,
need to kill some Evil.

Heading Hurnscald North Mine from Town for sure,
demolish some Scorpions till my Gear gets worne.

Please beloved Sagatha,
proofed my viability.

Wow, finally you teach me,
a Spell called "chipchip", surely,
a way out of my Misery.

Shears any Animal, for Fur or Magic casting Conjure,
Spells i heard you teach as well.

Instruct me more, i will listen tide,
seeing myself, few Years forward, as big as you are.

Be aware, Sagatha wont teach,
if light Blood on ur Shoe,

and if so,
get some dark Blood likewise also.

a pinkie from hurnscald called Rand
who liked to destroy hinnak farmland
blacksmiths crafted him a scythe of steel
so he made those beasts squeal
but it didn't go as planned

There once was a spirit in a basement,
His woeful guests were his entertainment
Out of lovers he made fools,
mocking their care and their rules.
Pray there will be an end to their torment

There once was a young toxopholist,
With Gwendolyn's help, he rarely missed,
Mallard's Eye then Speed,
Forest Bow then Banshee'd,
Terranite arrows are hard to resist.

Happy hunting and happy St. Patrick's Day,

Invicta

North of Hurns there's a mine filled with slime
And they attack me every time
I try to pray
To keep them away
But I end up covered in grime.

There was a bold adventurer Kfahr,
Who traveled to Tulimshar from afar.
In the desert so dry,
He searched for treasure to try,
But found only sand, and a scorpion's sharp barb.

...Thinking well, he still claims to have found some desert temple or sandworm nonsense. Do you believe Kfahr?

Submissions are now open for voting. You can vote in this thread on the poll above

To be clear: you are allowed multiple votes.

There once was a player who'd rue,
The woodland creatures that he slew,
Mouboos, Pinkies, and Snails,
All met their untimely fails,
But #chipchip he learned all too late, it's true.