The Warrior

The Warrior
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.....sung to the tune of 'the gambler' by kenny rodgers


on a long lonley evening
on a majic carpet bound for nowhere
i met up with a warrior
we were both too tired to sleep.

so we took turns trying
to read each other's sabers
he dropped me for the twelfth time
then he began to speak

he said son ive made my life
out of reading peoples stances
of know what their hit points were
by the way they held their blade.

so if you dont mind me saying
i can see yer out of full vials.
for sip of yer dwarven ale
ill give ya some advice.

so i handed him my wine flask
and he drank it back quite fast.
pulled out his smoking pipe
and asked me for a light

then the night grew deathly quiet
and his face lost all expression
if ya want to learn to scrap boy
ya got to learn to do it right

you got to know when to slow em
know when to bash em
know when to sneak away
and know when to run
you never count yer souverns
when ye standing in the troll caves
they'll be time enough for counting
when yer at rowan

well every warrior knows
the secret to survival
is knowing when to drink yer speed
and knowing when to break.
cause every scraps a winner
and every scraps a loser
and the best that you can hope for boy
is to die in yer sleep.

when he finished talking
turn to look at Redhorn
tapped out his smoking pipe
and faded off to sleep.

and somewhere in the distance
the warrior hit an octuple
and in his final words i found
a full that i could keep
the Mad