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Jack.Frost has a minion!
All Hail the Snowlord
All Hail the Snowlord
Jack.Frost
Legacy Name: Jack.Frost
The
Glacier AntlephoreOwner:
NovaAge: 10 years, 4 months, 1 week
Born: December 17th, 2013
Adopted: 10 years, 4 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: December 17th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 3
- Strength: 11
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 11
- HP: 11/11
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 1
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Jump Rope Untangler
"Atoss and jiggery-dee!", the King did decree
with a crooked smile that lingered a while
as his eyes glowed mad with glee.
"We are at your command, liege-lord"
the elf- knights bellowed boisterous in accord
as the king worried the knob of his bent cane;
to each and every citizen, he was clearly insane.
"I grow tired of this old Luminaire rhyme,"
the king remarked "Surely this is no crime!"
The knights held their silence, and held it fast,
but all the subjects in the kingdom looked aghast.
"My citizens, you need not fear!
Luminaire will be special this year,
I've found my price for spreading cheer,"
the talk among the crowd became a roar,
yet words the king continued to pour
"Don't I deserve more?
Trust me; your king's kept the score!
While you grow fat off gifts won,
your Santa's wasted away to merely a ton!"
The subjects moved forward, clearly cross
yet on the royal steps appeared Jack Frost!
"Good people!" Jack appealed to the crowd.
"Is this the man to whom you've all bowed?"
Over the masses, his earnest voice did ring
"Perhaps you should have me as your King!"
Jack Frost remained perched atop the hill
As the voice of the crowd grew louder still
But the tyrant king had other intentions
Santa Claus cried “Be swift, go for the kill!â€
He would leave Jack an obituary mention
The guards rushed, all heavy with arms
But they were no match for Jack’s charms
With little more than a wind’s whisper, soft
Frost burst from the ground, suddenly aloft
As true as an arrow, the boy did fly
To kick every single guard in the eye
It was not long before his work was done
“Augh!†the defeated guards did cry
Jack’s fun had only just begun.
Turning toward the tyrant King,
Jack Frost started to sing
“Jolly old Santa Nick,
Why don’t you sit on a candle stick?â€
Red with rage, drink and diabetes
Santa decided to ditch the treaties
In a moment he began his charge;
But slow he was, for being so large
Swift as a sprite, Jack bopped him on the nose
And just like that, Santa-King was deposed.
Fat Santa Claus king was no longer jolly;
Frost decked his halls, without the holly.
On his back, Saint Nick sported an ego, bruised
and as he rubbed his nose, he looked confused.
For the united masses, restless, began to stir
and what started with a clap became a whir.
All of the men, women and children began to roar
clapping and singing, their spirits rose to soar.
It had been a while since the ex-king saw such cheer,
and thinking back on it, he wiped away a single tear.
Had he been wrong to change Luminaire in such a way?
As he pondered, he realized he had, it was plain as day.
Mustering himself to his feet, the deposed king swerved,
"Dear citizens, I apologize for my nerve!
I denounce my right; may Jack Frost serve!"
Placed atop his silver head was a perfect crown,
and throughout the crowd, not a citizen wore a frown.
The people of subeta had voiced their need;
Their song grew louder at sight of the deed,
The new Christmas king was well received.
Poem byMalevolent
with a crooked smile that lingered a while
as his eyes glowed mad with glee.
"We are at your command, liege-lord"
the elf- knights bellowed boisterous in accord
as the king worried the knob of his bent cane;
to each and every citizen, he was clearly insane.
"I grow tired of this old Luminaire rhyme,"
the king remarked "Surely this is no crime!"
The knights held their silence, and held it fast,
but all the subjects in the kingdom looked aghast.
"My citizens, you need not fear!
Luminaire will be special this year,
I've found my price for spreading cheer,"
the talk among the crowd became a roar,
yet words the king continued to pour
"Don't I deserve more?
Trust me; your king's kept the score!
While you grow fat off gifts won,
your Santa's wasted away to merely a ton!"
The subjects moved forward, clearly cross
yet on the royal steps appeared Jack Frost!
"Good people!" Jack appealed to the crowd.
"Is this the man to whom you've all bowed?"
Over the masses, his earnest voice did ring
"Perhaps you should have me as your King!"
Jack Frost remained perched atop the hill
As the voice of the crowd grew louder still
But the tyrant king had other intentions
Santa Claus cried “Be swift, go for the kill!â€
He would leave Jack an obituary mention
The guards rushed, all heavy with arms
But they were no match for Jack’s charms
With little more than a wind’s whisper, soft
Frost burst from the ground, suddenly aloft
As true as an arrow, the boy did fly
To kick every single guard in the eye
It was not long before his work was done
“Augh!†the defeated guards did cry
Jack’s fun had only just begun.
Turning toward the tyrant King,
Jack Frost started to sing
“Jolly old Santa Nick,
Why don’t you sit on a candle stick?â€
Red with rage, drink and diabetes
Santa decided to ditch the treaties
In a moment he began his charge;
But slow he was, for being so large
Swift as a sprite, Jack bopped him on the nose
And just like that, Santa-King was deposed.
Fat Santa Claus king was no longer jolly;
Frost decked his halls, without the holly.
On his back, Saint Nick sported an ego, bruised
and as he rubbed his nose, he looked confused.
For the united masses, restless, began to stir
and what started with a clap became a whir.
All of the men, women and children began to roar
clapping and singing, their spirits rose to soar.
It had been a while since the ex-king saw such cheer,
and thinking back on it, he wiped away a single tear.
Had he been wrong to change Luminaire in such a way?
As he pondered, he realized he had, it was plain as day.
Mustering himself to his feet, the deposed king swerved,
"Dear citizens, I apologize for my nerve!
I denounce my right; may Jack Frost serve!"
Placed atop his silver head was a perfect crown,
and throughout the crowd, not a citizen wore a frown.
The people of subeta had voiced their need;
Their song grew louder at sight of the deed,
The new Christmas king was well received.
Poem by
Malevolent