Down in the county,
They fought o'er a bounty.
Unimpeachably doughty,
Let me sing you their tale.

Raise a cup for the fearless!
Once more for the peerless!
Raise a last for the heroes!
There's blood in the sand!

First up, the Light's Daughter,
Her own footman fought her.
She hew'd and she slaughter'd,
But a self-made priest won.

The priest who won a name,
Vanquished serpent and stain.
He couldn't be slain,
'til a frog knight hopped in.

"TO UNLOOSE!" went his loud vent,
As he cast down a rodent.
Vanquish'd holy opponent,
Then met a snake in the grass.

Raise a cup for the fearless!
Once more for the peerless!
Raise a last for the heroes!
There's blood in the sand!

E're the dastard,
Dodged a big fire-y bastard.
Own'd the arena of Haskor,
'til he met a virulent strain.

The wretch of Ghezavat,
Managed to poison a rat.
Twern't long 'til he was sat
By a prodigious polliwog.

By the gifts of the Alder,
There was no streak that was longer.
T'wer none he couldn't conquer,
Then a zealot challenged again.

Raise a cup for the fearless!
Once more for the peerless!
Raise a last for the heroes!
There's blood in the sand!

In defense of creation,
'twas an ex-termination.
The unnamed met salvation,
'fore his soul lit aflame.

Brave Sultana was benched,
Blade-fire quenched.
Late entry's points cinched,
Kkractle can't cook a frog.

The amphibious sir,
Faced one challenger.
Put-down Targossas' cur
And carried the day.

Raise a cup for the fearless!
Once more for the peerless!
Raise a last for the heroes!
There's blood in the sand!

While all there knew death,
T'were no doubt of the best.
Head 'n shoulder 'bove the rest,
Brave Ulvin stands.

Raise a cup for the fearless!
Once more for the peerless!
Raise a last for the heroes!
There's blood in the sand!

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Phaestian, in the year 1011 AF.