The Legend of Galadrion and the Pretentious Pricks

Eli the Elegant, with a grace so grand, A monk with precision, his fists take a stand. Galadrion the Bard, with a tune dark and deep, His melodies haunt you, in the night they will creep. Thar'Quan the Ghost, big and bright, Colors so vibrant, charisma alight. Gaist, oh Gaist, so practical, so clear, Efficient and bold, nothing to fear. Unlikely heroes, pretentious pricks, Clearing the Stolen Lands with powerful tricks. For the crown they fought, with a city in sight, The Green Belt's new rulers, by day and by night. They faced the Stag Lord, bandits in tow, With courage and might, they delivered the blow. Eli struck fast, Galadrion sang, Thar'Quan's charm and Gaist's plans rang. Thar'Quan the Ghost, big and bright, Colors so vibrant, charisma alight. Gaist, oh Gaist, so practical, so clear, Efficient and bold, nothing to fear. Unlikely heroes, pretentious pricks, Clearing the Stolen Lands with powerful tricks. For the crown they fought, with a city in sight, The Green Belt's new rulers, by day and by night. In the shadows, a dragon's prophecy, A destiny bound, a future to see. The adventurers stride, with fate