LOTRO: The Champion

A wonderful written poem by a LOTRO player.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I raided weak and weary,
using many a Sign of Power and skills of forgotten lore,
While I CC’d, some off-healing, suddenly I had a feeling,
As if someone wasn’t dealing with their skills for Power restore.
“Tis a Champion,” I muttered, “dealing AoE galore –
Only this, and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak September,
And each of my Burning Embers threw a corpse upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the looting; – pref’rably without disputing
Who’d get what – or get a booting, if they started looting wars
For the rare and radiant trinkets which they desperately sought for –
Nameless here for evermore.

And each time his Power lessened thoughts that gnawed me most unpleasent
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“Tis a Champion with good regen, using AoE galore; –
Tis a Champion with good regen, using AoE galore; –
This it is, and nothing more,”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But you see my hesitation at my Power inoculation –
stems from Champ’s regeneration, do you need a Power restore?
Your Power’s dropping quickly.” – I’d not seen the likes before.
Silence then, and nothing more.

Long into that silence hearing, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And I marvelled at his Power bar wondering if I should restore.
No Champion I met had needed Power heretofore.
Just on Will-breakers but nothing more.

Back into the fight returning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again his Power dropped though somewhat faster than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely he must have skills for Power.”
“For what he seems to now devour I have never seen before –
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; –
Tis his regen and nothing more!”

Then I heard the Champion speaking, embarassment from his voice leaking;
“Sorry guys, my regen sucks, a Champion change which I deplore.
I had some special Power phials, but I’ve run out for quite a while –
Despite my improved combat style, grinding TP is a chore.”
“Where did you get these special pots?” my question did outpour.
Quoth the Champion “In the store.”

Post by BirdofHermes

One Comment

  1. Nvillerot April 15, 2012 at 1:32 am #

    I love this poem. Great job. I miss this game sometimes.

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