Quite interested in following lore -
Rogues do it from behind.
If it is possible and a kind person would paste it in this thread - it would be extremely nice.
Also, who is the author of this poem?
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Burb Lulls wrote the excellent Rogue poem:
An archer from the northern lands
Claimed of his great renown
With peerless skill and countless trials
His name known town to town
He spoke of facing vampire lords
Who promised years of pain
The archer gave a stern retort
An arrow through the brain
A fighter from the southern lands
Claimed armies fled his might
With dragons slain 'most every day
And demons crushed by night
He spoke of ancient sprawling ruins
Home to a ghastly shade
Its years of madness, hate and rage
Were ended on his blade
An archmage from the western lands
Claimed kingdoms feared his name
With countless legends, songs and myths
Attesting to his fame
He spoke of fire, storm and hail
To match the fiercest wyrm
To see one man hold so much power
Can make an empire squirm
A rogue who came from unknown lands
Not known for anything
A leap, a flash, a concealed blade
Three heroes felt its sting
The archer dropped, his bow unplucked
The fighter died as well
The archmage found its poison
Far too potent to dispel
The rogue is unknown to this day
Though rumours persist still
Rogues aren't known by name or deed
But by the names they kill
An archer from the northern lands
Claimed of his great renown
With peerless skill and countless trials
His name known town to town
He spoke of facing vampire lords
Who promised years of pain
The archer gave a stern retort
An arrow through the brain
A fighter from the southern lands
Claimed armies fled his might
With dragons slain 'most every day
And demons crushed by night
He spoke of ancient sprawling ruins
Home to a ghastly shade
Its years of madness, hate and rage
Were ended on his blade
An archmage from the western lands
Claimed kingdoms feared his name
With countless legends, songs and myths
Attesting to his fame
He spoke of fire, storm and hail
To match the fiercest wyrm
To see one man hold so much power
Can make an empire squirm
A rogue who came from unknown lands
Not known for anything
A leap, a flash, a concealed blade
Three heroes felt its sting
The archer dropped, his bow unplucked
The fighter died as well
The archmage found its poison
Far too potent to dispel
The rogue is unknown to this day
Though rumours persist still
Rogues aren't known by name or deed
But by the names they kill