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The cab arrived mid sprays of gravel,
For Jax who paid his last slime for fast travel.
Each platform brings Jax one unseen step higher-
Dances with Balrog up there tends his fire.
He pushes through a throng of warriors,
And hears a message brought by couriers.
"Beginners have embarked to find their place,
Victoria's Four Wiseman, judge each case,
And judged to be adventurers with grit,
Then give a taste of power to commit
To each a path to seek their destiny,
But misadventure XP to deny."
What this guy sent here, flexes as his brawn
Is bristling at the last words, "From here on."
Dances with Balrog speaks to Jax of will,
Courage, and strength, so that his limbs all fill
With new-found vigor, prompting him to go.
He takes in all the ancient highland's glow
And sees through past the dusty, lingr'ing haze,
A man upon whose head a headdress plays,
Its feathers swaying in the highland heat
Enframe his skin which 90 years have beat.
Jax seeks the venerable, wizened man,
And speaks to him, the leader of their clan,
A man of gravity the town calls Black Bull.
He said, "The stumps outside that snacks pull,
Seek revenge for how they have been cut.
Bring thirty branches at my feet to put,
And you will have my trust." Jax takes his spear,
And in his jeans and t-shirt, has no fear.
The stumps roam at their will outside the gate,
The orange town's constant battle as of late.
He digs his spear into a stump's hard sides,
It cries and falls. Emerging, more betides,
So that Jax must step back from their advance.
He swings his spear, which off of rough sides glance
And makes them fall away and leave material.
The magic giving life is but ethereal.
The stumps fall from his spearhead's constant threat,
Despite their numbers and their sticky sweat.
Jax spots a stump that fills his chest with dread.
Much darker than the others that it lead,
It has an axehead buried there to stay,
And lives despite the wound that could it splay.
As if by injury it gained more power,
It would not flinch, nor from his spearhead cower.
After a lengthy battle, it was felled,
And once dead, Jax a piece of wood beheld.