Gather round one and all.
To hear of heroes brave and true.
From Kypiq, small, to Yuro, tall,
All heroes just like you.
I sing of the Guild of Heroes.
Souls pinned by fate's cruel arrows.
With sword and shield,
They take the field!
From the ashes, they all rose.
First came Amicus, the Chronicler,
A sailor, scribe, and astronomer.
He founded the Guild!
To no one, he yeilds!
A talent by his own moniker.
Then came The Rose Maiden,
A woman of will unshaken.
Her spirit so wild,
For blood, she smiled.
A Commander to the end.
With charm, came the Ambassador,
Luranthe, "The Duck", swift traveler.
Quick with clever words,
Swayer of noble herds.
Refined dancer and matador.
Our first recruit, Vincent the Mystic.
A scribe in search of power and Magick.
So thus, he fights,
Through dark and light.
Whatever it takes to seek it.
Along came Rune, a rogue amongst bards.
A slayer of men and wooer of hearts.
A seeker of gold.
A blade in the fold.
I still owe him for our last round of cards.
But Heroes come in all shapes and sizes.
The world awaits for us to take its prizes.
Get sword and shield!
Go take the field!
Join us and together, we will rise.