Valhalla's filled with horrid beasts
And brave young heroes too.
This tale I weave will chronicle
A meeting of the two.

A youth arrived on Val one day.
(This was some years ago.)
Exploring, fighting, he became
A formidable foe.

He chose for prey the pure of heart
Like Boromule the mayor,
And when he joined his chosen guild
Val had another slayer.

The foulest fiend in all the realm
Marked well this budding youth
Anticipating future times
He'd slit him nail and tooth.

The newly guilded slayer cut
A swath across the land.
And few and far between were those
Who did not feel his hand.

Fair Princess Arrialla died,
And Prince Akeita fell
Before this slayer's cruel sword.
(A gruesome tale to tell!)

The hateful beast still watched the lad,
Now grown into a man.
A tasty meal of slayer flesh
Was in his future plans.

Our mighty slayer set his sights
On more intriguing prey.
The Grand Knight Gorrok did his worst,
But 'twas his dying day.

A noble victim was the next
To feel the slayer's might.
Sir Ector died before his hand
In a pathetic fight.

The hungry beast now licked his chops
And pondered what to do.
A slayer brisket? Barbequed?
Or maybe slayer stew?

Naively went our slayer forth
To slay the Maiden white,
Not knowing he would soon succumb
To a foul creature's bite.

So confident and brave was he,
The Maiden he attacked
And never saw the hulking beast
Sneak up behind his back.

The monster grinned an wicked leer
And cackled loud and strong.
Full knowing that the slayer's life
Would end before too long.

Oblivious, the slayer was
To this cruel beast's intent.
The creature cast a spell on him
And made him impotent.

The slayer, frozen in his tracks,
Was paralyzed with fright
And watched with horror on his face
The outcome of the fight.

The Maiden he was fighting took
This chance to lay him low.
And all around the realm was heard
The shouting: "NO! NO! NOOOOOO!!!"

For though his stats were such to brag,
He fell to that foul monster Lag.