A mighty warrior has come forth and announced his presence in this manner - I tell the tale of a half-orc called Ugorg his life and death in the way of spoken banter
Appearing out of the forest with a spear, this valiant fighter charged forth with a sneer
A thundering "HOOWAH!" among trees sent him through
While Lake Lizard enemies he and his spear slew
More foes he fought off Fishburg's shore
His method of attack : butcher block through storm cellar door
Yet more evil he did confront the man he did quell
By bodyslamming the slavers face into the jail cell
His demise almost came when a dragon seduced him
Whisper-soft words coerced the fixing of winged limb
"I have no more use of you" was the dragons last breath word
Ugorg realized his fate and a cry of "NUUUUUUUBBB" was heard
Through a portal he went and met the Dwarf King's niece
He stated "She is breeder, leave me in peace"
Tactful he was not
Telling his truths straight out
Fearful he was not either
To the Dwarf King shown his regions nether
From that noble Dwarf a weapon he did pick
The one he called "Bubosh Whomp Stick"
His life spared once more, saved from being mushroom fodder
While eating them brought hallucinations he could breath underwater
A spell was cast by a friend hopeful and brave
Successfully tricking him to swim through dry cave
When again enemies faced, mighty words brought forth a great fog
Yelling boldly he did often to worship the War-God
But alas our hero did meet an untimely demise
As he would say he was "Clomped by Bob" twice his size
So ends the tale of the mighty warrior as told by one who knew him well - Perhaps one day the gods will bring another Ugorg and another life can be woven to tell
AEM - 2002
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