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We continue with Ravriem's brilliant ravings! Faile - So Much More Than a Name Perfect nose on a perfect face, not a single hair out of place. Eyes so piercing they see your soul, to be loved by her is my greatest goal. She watched him from the shadows that fateful night, that he killed the whitecloaks left in fright. Unblinking she watched him free the caged man, and she swallowed her fear and faced down Lan. Her quickness of mind was so very easy to see, as she described Loial, Lan, and Moiraine and what they might be. And her love like a fire that cannot be extinguished, was given to the golden-eyed blacksmith (if only I could be so distinguished!) She followed them to Illian and to Tear, and stayed even when mention of the Forsaken aroused her fear. With one glance at Perrin she sealed her fate and swore, and agreed to join the company no matter what lay before. Her daggers are as bright and deadly as she, and she faces down her enemies no matter who they might be. Her voice is like a soft caress that embraces the heart, her lips are like roses, her every movement is art. Her body a tribute to the Creator's fine hand, her beauty unequaled in the width and breadth of the land. Her mind is as sharp as any power-wrought sword, and her status is equal to any lady or lord. And besides all these things that she possesses to such a great degree, She still has something else...she has me. Faile: A Defense In Randland it is said, when you die you're not dead, and again and again you are born. I wish that I knew whether this was truly true, and if I'd get called back by the Horn. The reason is clear why I hold this hope dear, It is because of Faile. Like Birgette and Gaidal Cain, we'd be together even if slain, Yes for her the Dark One I'd kill. Now...I've cheated and lied, but I'd sooner have died, than have someone of Zarine speak ill. Now just who are you? Mr. whoop id dee doo... to say such a thing about her? If I weren't so nice, I'd put you on ice. You goat-kissing son of a Trolloc (a cur) Faile, oh she is sweet, and for Perrin a treat. They're in love and together they'll stay. She knows what she wants, and despite Berelain's taunts, Perrin will always be hers I say. She's caring and true, and no matter what he might do, he just can't drive her away. To have a lady like that, I'd let her gouge out my back. Any year, any month, any day. So what I'm trying to say in this bit of word play, is that one man at least is her slave. So I ask you as a friend, let the Faile-bashing end. Or I'll stuff you headfirst in a cave. Whether this was witty or so so, I really don't know. I'm half-asleep and outraged you see. But let her alone, where Perrin is, is her home. Now let the Lady Faile be. Randland (to the tune of "Brandy" by The Looking Glass) There's a fleet, and it's on its way. Hawkwing's lost army, or so they say. They landed at Falme, Rand drove them away. It wouldn't be for long. And there's a spear, that Rand found. Yes he got it, when he fooled around. Now you see Rand he, remembers that they're still around. Yes they're always on his mind. The Seanchan say Randland, you're a fine place. We'll crush you, can't you see? Pledge your lives to the Empress over the sea. Mat, he will meet them soon, gonna marry the Daughter of the Nine Moons. Will he lead them? Or be a slave? The Wheel weaves as it will. They were beat again, Rand broke their lines. The Seanchan tasted defeat one more time. Once again, they fell in disgrace, to the Dragon Reborn. The Seanchan say Randland, you're a fine place. We'll crush you, can't you see? Pledge your lives to the Empress over the sea. Now they're taking over cities now, rumors tell the story. Will the Seanchan army fall or rise? Can they win for the Empress' glory? No one really knows the truth, fear straddles all the land. But Rand he does his best, with what he can! Fright...it's all around, villagers flee from hundreds of towns. It's up to Rand, to keep the 'Victorious' army down. He can still hear them say, The Seanchan say Randland, you're a fine place. We'll crush you, can't you see? Pledge your lives to the Empress over the sea. Return to the main page! |
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