There seem to be a couple people here. Let's go a few rounds. Here's several stanzas to start us off; add two to four lines each. Please keep it coherent and refrain from doing anything overpowered. Rhyme scheme is whatever you like; try to keep it flowing though.
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The Ballad of March the Fifth
All the stories said and done, the members gathered in the field
The red of battle in their eyes, reflected in the shining steel of weapons
Cold and ready-forged for conflict on the morrow day
They sang war songs and drank, and vowed that soon their enemies would pay
Severenz stood tall and strong atop his mighty steed, Dominion
Exhorting, shouting, urging gallant-minded pawns and minions to the field
A vile place, the space in which the demon March the Fifth would soon appear
With our rivals, foreign gamers we the loyalists detested, loathed and feared
Usoki, small and shriveled though
He was, had mastered shooting with the bow. Wise Endmaster summoned,
With his mighty brain, all the fiercest fighting writers from the golden days of yore
Apoth swayed drunken in the saddle, recovering from time spent with a whore
They gathered, even DEP, who for a horse was much too large
Sev pointed with his mighty blade; he spurred his steed and hollered "Charge!"
All the stories said and done, the members gathered in the field
The red of battle in their eyes, reflected in the shining steel of weapons
Cold and ready-forged for conflict on the morrow day
They sang war songs and drank, and vowed that soon their enemies would pay
Severenz stood tall and strong atop his mighty steed, Dominion
Exhorting, shouting, urging gallant-minded pawns and minions to the field
A vile place, the space in which the demon March the Fifth would soon appear
With our rivals, foreign gamers we the loyalists detested, loathed and feared
Usoki, small and shriveled though
He was, had mastered shooting with the bow. Wise Endmaster summoned,
With his mighty brain, all the fiercest fighting writers from the golden days of yore
Apoth swayed drunken in the saddle, recovering from time spent with a whore
They gathered, even DEP, who for a horse was much too large
Sev pointed with his mighty blade; he spurred his steed and hollered "Charge!"
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