
Twas the morning of Christmas, when all through the land
Not an adventurer was stirring, except a bard band,
All weapons and armor were oiled and stored,
And each of them sat near a fire that roared.
The druid and shaman were snuggled up with their pets,
While the ranger and paladin made friendly bets.
The necro and wizard shared stories of fame,
As the rogue and magician had discussions quite tame...
When outside of the guildhall came a thunderous noise,
causing the enchanter and cleric to lose all their poise.
Away to the doors the warrior did dash,
As the berserker quickly hefted his axe in a flash.
The shadowknight¡®s sword took on a dull glow,
And the beastlord¡®s warder started to grow.
In the light of Luclin, a small figure did soar,
Through the Plane of Knowledge, astride a hamster of war.
The miniature form, so lively and quick,
Arrived at the door in merely a tick.
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