The Legend of Lamlier

Ballad from the mouth of the great bard Fairwick   This Mortal Realm once pure and clean, was home to beings fair. Prime among them, one may glean fleet Lamlier, of gifts rare.   To hear him sing and see him dance could bring tears to a giant's eye. He pleased all who happened a chance to see him passing by.   O humble Lamlier, pure and free was cursed beyond reproach. The demon Lolth, that bitter queen upon his joy she would encroach.   Myranna, the dark queen's favored one was pure evil through and through. She connived to steal Lamlier's greatest gift her magic showed her true.   Poor Lamlier, upon the next morn, arose to find his speech had gone. Little time he had to mourn, pursued Myranna through many dawns.   And so he ran with all his might through forest dense and harm abound. In his pursuit, he held Corellon's light and Myranna was caught without a sound.   So Lamlier came and Lamlier fought dark priestess of his god's worst foe the fight was long and not for naught Myranna defeated with a mighty blow.   His gift returned, Lamlier rejoiced and called out to his god great hymns of thanks did Lamlier voice all who heard were truly awed   So ends the trial of this romantic Though more great deeds he did none greater than his rush so frantic a hero, the forest dwellers bid