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Gyphon has a minion!

Vulg the Barghest

Gyphon
Legacy Name: Gyphon

The

Nightmare Irion
Owner: stormweaved

Age: 16 years, 1 month, 4 weeks

Born: January 20th, 2010

Adopted: 16 years, 1 month, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: January 20th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 10
Strength: 28
Defense: 17
Speed: 10
Health: 22
HP: 22/22
Intelligence: 3
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 5
Job: Store Clerk

As He was cast out beyond the Spheres by Adon, Gyphon spat "Even now! Even now I have set into motion events you cannot stop. I shall return! I shall conquer! I shall rule!"

_{...four thousand years later...}

The Lay of the Iron Tower
From frozen north Comes Vile power: The Evil One in The Cold Iron Tower. His black Vulgs rave Down through the Land; Before their fangs A bold few stand. He calls the Hordes Of evil kind; By terror and fear To him they bind. The Swarms invade To east and west. The allies stand To brave the test. Dark Hordes come Across the plains. Many are felled; Cold Death reigns. Liege is slain At the keep. Few escape; Many weep. Challerain falls; Winter is come; Terror rules The north Kingdom The Hosts of the King Are fettered in War, As under the Mountains Stride the Four. The Horror is felled; The Four win free; To Larkenwold come: The Land of Eld Tree.	South on the river Ride the Four; Then a swift gallop To the Harlingar. Vanadurin, Wellenen, Fly toward the Wastes. The Darkest Day comes; Make all haste. Wellenen and Elves, Hold the way. The Host races north For the Darkest Day. The Heroes come To the Cold Iron Tower. Nine are chosen To assault the Power. An arrow is loosed With no chance at all, Yet it fells the guard Atop the wall. The ravine is crossed, The stone is climbed: Eight go up; One stays behind. Under the wall Crawls the one, And wins to the tower For the Death of the Sun. The bridge is felled; The iron teeth lift; The strike force charges; The horses are swift. Swords are in Among the foe. Brave friends die; Sorrow and woe.	Darkness falls; The Doom has come. The Fate of the world Depends on the one. Through the window slit The Wee One tries; Yet Myrkenstone Traps Warrow eyes. Evil chants fall Upon his ears, And Gyphon comes From Beyond the Spheres. Sped by the bow Of the brave Wee One, The red arrow is loosed To strike the Myrkenstone. The Myrkenstone dies In a flare of light, And the Wee One loses His power of sight. Yet Modru is slain, And Gyphon cast below; And the Dimmendark falls To the Sun's bright glow. The Hordes fall dead By Adon's Ban. And southward, too, The War is won. Many praised the victory; Many mourned the slain; Yet all prayed that nevermore Would War come here again. Yes once there was great Evil, And darkling Shadowlight, But thanks to many a brave one, Outside the Sun shines bright.
_{(Written by D. L. McKiernan)}