The Founding By Liam Murray
The Sons of the East Diablo II Guild
Diablo was vanquished and banished from the land,
His evil imprisoned. His creatures disband.
The Hooded One went to where the Rising Sun rose,
After that what happened nobody knows.
But soon thereafter the Demon Hordes came,
Attacking the cities of the East.
They overran towns - upriver and down,
Slaughtering people in demonic feasts.
In the North Tundra the Barbarians fought,
Their mighty strength availing them nothing but pain.
The Demons cast spells - that made heads ring like bells,
And at last the Barbarians fled South in shame.
The brave Knights of Westmarch in their Citadels of Light,
Gathered to war for their God and his Son.
Armoured in faith - they were laid down to waste,
The Demons of Diablo this fight had won.
To the steamy southern swamps came the Demons,
Seeking out the magic of undeath.
Necromantic spells were cast - summoned creatures were fast,
But the Necromancers came to black bloody deaths.
On the plains lay the Sisterhood of Amazons,
Wandering the land for hire.
Using spears and bow - demons' blood did flow,
As did the Amazons' their land on fire.
They attacked the Circle's Palace,
Through magic wards did fly.
Through lightning and cold - the Demons were bold,
To nearly a person did the Sorceresses die.
The shattered nations came together,
Their leaders of alliance did speak.
They started a cause - that would end all the wars,
And its name was to be The Sons of the East.
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