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[Beleth]

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I found a file on an old, old burned CD I had a few months back. I corrected some spelling and grammar (the best I could hehe) and have been waiting until December 1st to post this.

This was posted on the OES forums by Anna during a time when the community was having issues and it was very enjoyable, I hope you enjoy.

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The Lich Lord Who Stole Christmas

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Every Moor down in Wintermoor liked Christmas a lot, but the Lich Lord who lived just North of Wintermoor in Caina, Did NOT! The Lich Lord hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes, He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Moors. Staring down from Golgotha with a sour Lich frown, at the warm lighted windows below in their town, for he knew every Moor down in Wintermoor beneath was busy now, hanging mistletoe wreaths.

"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer. "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Lich fingers nervously drumming, "I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"

For, tomorrow, he knew... ...All the Moor girls and boys would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Moors, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would start on Moor-pudding, and rare Moor-roast-beast, which was something the Lich couldn't stand in the least! And THEN they'd do something he liked least of all! Every Moor down in Wintermoor, the tall and the small, would stand close together, with their new Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Moors would start singing!

They'd sing! And they'd sing! AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more the Lich thought of the Moors-Christmas-Sing, the more the Lich thought, "I must stop this whole thing!

"Why for one hundred fifty-three years I've put up with it now! I MUST stop Christmas from coming! ...But HOW?" Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE LICH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! "I know just what to do!" The Lich Cackled in his throat. And he made a quick Santy Clause hat and a coat and he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Lich trick!" “With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!" "All I need is a reindeer..." The Lich looked around. But since reindeer are scarce on Ice Island, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old Lich...? No! The Lich simply said, "If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!" So he called - Dealthagar - Herald of Oblivion. Then he took some red thread and he tied a big horn on top of his head. THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks On a ramshackle sleigh and he hitched up -Dealthagar - Herald of Oblivion.

Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!" And the sleigh started down toward the homes where the Moors -snooze in their town. All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air, all the Moors all dreaming sweet dreams without care, when he came to the first house in the square. "This is stop number one," the old Lich hissed and he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney, a rather tight pinch. But if Santa could do it, then so could the Lich, he got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue where the little Moor stockings hung in a row. "These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!" Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, around the whole room, and he took every present! Dice! And rares! Weapons of Vanq! Drums! Checkerboards! Christmas bells from the dev team! Eggnog! And pies! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Lich, very nimbly, stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney! Then he slunk to the food chest. He took the Moors' feast! He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast! He cleaned out that food chest as quick as a flash. Why, that Lich Lord even took their last bottle of Moor-hash! Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. "And NOW!" grinned the Lich, "I will stuff up the tree!" And the Lich grabbed the tree, and he started to shove when he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.

He turned around fast, and he saw a small Moor! Little GermanDream - Lou Moor, who was not more than two. The Lich had been caught by this little Moor daughter who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at the Lich and said, "Santy Claus, why, "Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?" But, you know, that old Lich Lord was so smart and so slick He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied, "There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side.” "So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear. "I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here." And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head and he got her a drink and he sent her to bed. And when GermanDream-Lou had gone to bed with her cup, HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up! Then the last thing he took was the log for their fire. Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar. On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire. And the one speck of food he left in the house was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse. Then he did the same thing to the other Moors' houses leaving crumbs much too small for the other Moors' mouses! It was quarter past dawn... All the Moors, still a-bed, all the Moors, still a-snooze when he packed up his sled, packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings! Three thousand feet up! Up to Caina, he rode, to the tiptop to dump it! "Pooh-pooh to the Moors!" he was lich-ish-ly humming.

"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!” "They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!” "Their mouths will hang open a minute or two.” "The all the Moors down in Wintermoor will all cry BOO-HOO!" "That's a noise," grinned the Lich Lord "That I simply must hear!" So he paused. And the Lich put a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow... But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY! He stared down at Wintermoor! The Lich popped his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise! Every Moor down in Wintermoor, the tall and the small, were singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same! And the Lich, with his Lich-feet ice-cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling… "How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags!” "It came without packages, boxes or bags!" And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore. Then the Lich thought of something he hadn't before! "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a Vendor.” "Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!" And what happened then...? Well...in Wintermoor they say that the Lich's small heart Grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight, He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light. And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast! Why he even freed Aleph! The Oracle to beat! And he... ...HE HIMSELF... The Lich! carved the roast beast!
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[Teh Glouris Lrod Kujabis]

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Haha, the best stuff is always from the past it seems. Dealth was a nice touch. Good stuff.

[Ceinwyn ab'Arawn]

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That is eerily familiar.. as I just posted this last summer.. and never saw that before:

Every Mortal
in Sosaria
liked Sunshine a lot...

But the Malk,
Who skulked unseen in Sosaria,
Did NOT!

Ceinwyn hated Sunshine!
The whole live long year!
Please don't ask why, someone might find you queer.
It could be that her head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, her corset was too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason is this,
The Sunshine would have burned her right into a crisp.

Well,
Whatever the reason,
Corset or mind,
She stalked Sosaria, hating the Kine,
Staring down from the peak with an icy cold glare
At the warm lighted windows surrounding town square.
For she knew, all the mortals down in Trinsic below
Had never been victim of the hatred she'd known.

"And they're laughing at jokes!" She managed to sneer.
"They're so nice and trusting! They've never known fear!"
Then she growled, as she paced in the mountain above.
"I MUST find a way to end all their Love!"
The Paladins in town...

...In her mind she could recall
Mere pretenders, they weren't very Chivalrous, at all!
For years! All the hate! All the hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!
One thing they had given! The HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE!

Back then the kine, young and old, had done brutal deeds,
And she'd bleed! And she'd bleed!
And she'd BLEED! BLEED! BLEED! BLEED!
They would start with stout whips for ease and for speed,
The mortals punished her daily, ignoring her pleas.

And THEN
They would do something she liked least of all!
Every mortal in Trinsic, the tall and the small,
Would taunt her together, their insults loud and clear.
She'd rock to and fro, huddled, with her hands over her ears.

They'd taunt! And they'd taunt!
AND they'd TAUNT! TAUNT! TAUNT! TAUNT!
And the more Ceinwyn thought of times long ago,
The more she thought,"I should drown them in snow!"
"For hundreds of years I've put up with it now!
I must destroy this Trinsic for good!
...But how?"

The she got an idea!
An awful idea!
CEINWYN
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

"I know just what I'll do!" Ceinwyn laughed in her throat.
And she started to rummage through her chests for a globe.
And she cackled with glee,"What a nice frosty trick!
"With a touch of my power, the town'll freeze quick!"

"All I need is the snowglobe..."
Ceinwyn looked around.
Then at last, in a trunk, one of Trinsic was found.
She snatched it out of the
trunk, a laugh in the air,
"Such a tropical climate, they'll be so surprised!
"When the snow falls, they shall widen their eyes!
"I can't wait to see the moment they realize!"

THEN
She gathered some ice
And a few fists of snow
Piled them high on an altar
And chanted, voice low.

When she said,"An Flam."
The globe started glowing
And on Trinsic that night
The snow started snowing.

All the windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
Mortals were dreaming sweet dreams, without care.
When the frost began to fill cracks, everywhere.
"Vas An Flam, Por Uus Hur, An Sanct, An Lor."
The snow began to seep in under their doors.

Snowflakes they fell, and began to stick.
It piled up high and packed itself thick.
Ice formed on the walkways and docks.
Hail fell down, like small icy rocks.
Cattle froze to death as it stood on the shore.
But, still, Ceinwyn cheered on for more.

"Come Ice! Come Snow! Do my bidding this night!
"Do to them what they did to me, make all right!"
The plants weren't prepared for the change,
The temperature quite out of its usual range.
The birds dropped in mid-flight from the pain
Of the icy air chilling their blood in their veins.

Then wonder of all, but who should arrive?
A fleet of snowmen, all seeming alive!
Marching down on the town, swords in twiggy hands,
They attacked the paladins, who rattled like cans.

Their armor no protection from the icy onslaught.
They perished under the damage that was wrought.

Frozen blood stained the snow a bright crimson red
As each guard lay unmoving in an icy deathbed.
All was silent except for the whistle of wind
Which carried the chill around all of ole' Trin.

Ceinwyn's eyes were lit in merriment, lavender jewels.
She ordered the cold to destroy all the schools.
Schools in which she'd learned not to trust, but to hate.
Hating those with whom, in any other case, she'd relate.

Too bad her aunt was not alive to be killed
She'd taken as much part as the rest of the ilk.
Posed as a mother, but only in name.
A lie that set the theme of the game.
To never be accepted due to shadows of race,
Beaten by all to accept a disgrace.

The chorus was ice and the orchestra snow.
The wind howled through rafters, whistling low.
This symphony of frost covered the town
In a deep coating of white flaky down.

The snow covered roofs
And the doors bursted open
Then the snow began to pour itself in
To every home that stood in the city of Ole' Trin.

And the one square of land
That was untouched by cold
Was a single brick remainder of her childhood household.

Then
When a blanket of snow
Left the whole town bright white

Still the snow
Continued to fall
From the cold and dark night.

It was quarter past dawn...
All the kine, still a-bed
All the mortals, frozen
Gone from sleeping to dead.
Frozen in bed with their dreams! No awaking!
Never to arise, the town ripe for the taking!

That's if she wanted, but she didn't, at all,
She just wanted the town to fall!
"Bye bye to the mortals!" She was fiendishly humming.
"They're finding out now that no morning is coming!
"They're just icing over! I know just what they'll do!
"Their skin will start turning a nice shade of blue!
"Then all the Kine down in Trinsic will be frozen right through!"

"That's a sight," grinned the Malk,
"That I simply must see!"
So she left her perch to go have a quick peek.
And she did see a sight rising over the snow,
It started as a glow, but it started to grow...

The sun was now rising!
She had waited too long!
To view the havoc
She'd sought all along!

She stared down at Trinsic,
She shielded her gaze,
Stubbornly,
To see what she'd done to the place.

But, the sun was fast rising, the snow and the ice,
Were melting! No amount of cold would suffice!
She hadn't destroyed the city this time!
It thrived!
Somehow the sun kept the city alive!

And Ceinwyn stood there with her gaze on the city,
Steaming in anger and eyes without pity.
It survived yet again! She'd taken too long!
And against all her power, the city held strong!
She heard a soft noise from behind in the snow,
So she turned to confront the possible foe.
"Maybe next time, Love" Seryas said, "You'll get it right.
"For now, rest your mind, it's been too active, tonight."

And what happened then...?
Well, she awoke from her bed
Seryas sleeping soundly
It'd been all in her head!
And the minute she saw him smile in his sleep
She knew he had given her the peace in her dream
And she lay back to rest. And she closed her eyes tight.
Ready...

...To re-dream
Pleasant dreams of this night.

[Beleth]

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Bump for Christmas.
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[Halister Marner]

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Bump for Christmas 2007.
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"There are those who dream to escape reality, and there are those who dream to change it."