In a guild call Gaisciosch, in world full Rifts
Came a trio of sisters clad only in shifts
The children of merchants, a dwarf and an elf
Each came with a mind to search for one’s self
They needed to find their place in this land
To test out their talents, to make their own stand
The eldest is Treaa. She is strong, lean and tall.
With an axe in her hand she fears nothing at all.
She grew up quite fast, with two sisters to raise
To pay the expenses she finds many ways
She kills bandits and giants and even some dogs
But she makes more money hunting plants and rare logs
Now she’s not afraid when invasion bells ring
She always come running, with her axe in full swing.
Then there is Irie. A short comely wench.
She prefers to just craft while she sits on a bench.
She makes beautiful weapons and bright shiny runes
And potions she mixes in late afternoons.
But one day Treaa told her it was time to get out,
To venture from Sanctum and travel about.
So she left town in only a tattered old shirt
And learned the hard way that adventuring hurt.
Lucky for her, her calling was cleric
Because fighting and bleeding were just so barbaric
She will try her best to keep you alive and breathing
But your deaths may add up, and just leave you seething.
So she’s going to practice, so try give her some slack
I’m sure with some help, she’ll learn to bounce back.
Stickers the baby who thinks she’s a thief
Her problems are many, so I’ll try and be brief.
Her fingers are sticky, just like her name
So keep your eye on your purse and avoid her card game
Her language is filthy she’ll curse and she’ll cuss
But she does like to sew, so that is a plus.
If you need a new robe, or some bright shiny shoes
She has quite a number of which you can chose.
Treaa know she is nothing but a huge cash sink
But she knows she’s just Sticker’s and she gives her a wink
So this is the story of three in your land
Who are doing their best to lend a fair hand
When you see them around, just give them a holler
Because they’ve picked themselves up from the stench and the squalor
There talents are many, and very diverse
But when you see Stickers, keep and eye on your purse
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