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[A poem is posted up on the Bendir Dale board...]
One day in the Dale, some pants did appear. Out of nothing but air.
And their magnificent sight caught attention from all. And all they could do was to stare.
Each wanted the pants to take for themselves. They couldn't help their desire.
When suddenly the pants were grabbed by a hin, a copper named Wilfire.
Taking the item, he spread his wings wide. He took off, pants in his arms.
He landed alone and looked at the pants. And he gave in to its charms.
Landing back with the others, he now wore his new pants. Proud of his new awesome prize.
But the others did not take kindly to this and he was in for a surprise.
They demanded and yelled, weapons came out. "Gives us the pants or die!"
Wil stubborn as ever, looked them in the eyes, and their request he did deny.
One voice of reason spoke and urged them to stop. "These pants have clouded your will!"
They ignored the voice and closed in on the hin. Things continued to go downhill.
One drew an arrow, one pounced upon Wil, this battle they might not survive.
They struggled and fought for the awesome pants. Then the mayor herself did arrive.
She urged them to stop, put their weapons away. Then her eyes caught a glance.
Said "As mayor of Bendir, I have to say, I have to have those pants."
In a desperate move to stop the assault, a druidess cast some slick grease.
They all slipped and fell and fumbled around, but the fight still didn't cease.
She called to the mayor, "Cast mind blanks for all, you have to protect your mind."
Rosary wasn't sure and she questioned the move, her will she tried to find.
She finally gave in and she cast the spell, the drive for the pants went away.
And she saw the true danger, the curse of the pants, and she didn't delay.
She cast more spells and minds were freed. But another problem remained.
The pants were still there, stuck on Wilfire. Their power still hadn't waned.
They wouldn't come off, they clung to his skin. They tightened and pressed on his legs.
Poor Wil struggled hard to remove the pants, as they started to crush his man eggs.
Then finally they came up with an idea, acid would remove this cursed thing.
Wil hurried and breathed down on the pants, as they were really starting to sting.
They started to come loose, the acid worked, to his skin they were no longer glued.
But in his success, he forgot an important fact. Now he was completely nude!
He stood in the Dale, exposed to them all. Many took some good peeks.
He covered himself up as fast as he could, but remained so red in his cheeks.
His troubles weren't through, one problem remained. He testes were still very sore.
So an elven healer offered to help, so his groin wouldn't hurt anymore.
What else could he do? He had no choice. His baubles still hurt very much.
So he reluctantly accepted, his cheeks beet red, and she gave him her healing... touch.
Regretting his decision to put on the pants, and his very public flash.
He went with the others, outside they did go, to turn these pants into ash.
They were burned away, finally destroyed. But Wilfire still couldn't relax.
For he'll never forget the day he was exposed, because of those cursed slacks.
Though perhaps he'll be fine, he has nothing to fear. He'll realize this one day.
For who can complain for the sight they did see, such a very healthy display.
_________________ Account moved to LeathanKayne.
Delen and Fosco will see ya on that one!
(If you PM me on this, I likely won't see it for a long time >.>)
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