01-17-2014, 05:33 AM
Clearly I need to revise part 1 first, but I thought it would be decent of me to not leave hanging anyone who may want to read both parts. So comments are welcome but I will probably be rewriting part 1 in Iambic Pentameter before I start on this one. Anyways though here you go 
The Paliform Precipice Part II: Exodus
Hands shackled, Sorg descends down the spire
Joethryn leading him past every guard,
To reach the bottom they did aspire
Passing each man with which Sorg had sparred.
“I’m throwing him in with the captives!”
Said Joethryn as he passed all his men.
Joethryn proceeds, unquestioned motives
As they make their way to the slave pen.
Assuring his guards he does not need aid,
Joethryn arrives on the second floor.
Alone, in this place they have forayed,
They had returned just as Sorg had swore.
Joethryn promptly removes Sorg’s manacle
And begins to unlock every cell.
The hot desert; the next obstacle,
Each captive gets his fill from the well.
“They have no shoes and can barely stand,
They will not survive this odyssey”
Uttered Sorg to Joethryn beforehand,
As walking would be idiocy.
Joethryn uncovers a hidden dray
In a covered pocket in the ground.
Sorg moved the cart so escape could they,
And two horses, to the cart were bound.
The dray was loaded with the captives
As they journeyed across the badlands.
Determined that each prisoner lives,
Roaring across the dry, scorching sands.
Meanwhile back at the bandits’ tower
Joethryn’s betrayal was discovered.
They learned his allegiance had gone sour
And left in pursuit of them, angered.
Flicking the reins, Sorg coaxes more speed
To hasten their pace, keeping them safe.
A man falls; The bandits don’t take heed.
They trample to death the lowly waif.
Outraged at this, Sorg wishes to fight,
But Joethryn says to Sorg in reply
“Another time friend, we must take flight.
Vengeance at present we must deny”
No matter, four bandits closed in fast
Baubles were hurled from inside the cart
Bouncing along from whence they were cast,
One pursuer a goblet did thwart.
As it struck a horse right in the snout
The beast reared up and cast his rider.
The rest pursue, prolonging the bout,
Closing, their formation gets wider.
Sorg ties the reign as one approaches
Then draws his sword to fend off the foe.
Opposite, another encroaches,
Joethryn clutches a stone from the tow.
Hurling the stone toward the bandit
Striking his temple, a stroke of luck
Thrown from the horse as he had been hit.
Meanwhile, Sorg still fighting has to duck
As his rival swings with constancy.
Sorg follows up with a mighty thrust
Dispatching his foe with urgency,
The last one fled, as he kicked up dust.
At last they reach a welcoming sight
As they enter in a peaceful glen,
They proceed into the dark of night
Until they reach the town of Rulfen.
Arriving upon this quaint hamlet
The residents hid in their dwellings.
Frightened so by this sudden visit,
They knew of Joethryn and his doings.
The rescued slaves explained their journey
And told about Joethryn’s change of heart;
How he had turned from his villainy,
And they learned the error on their part.
‘Twas a matter of time, Joethryn knew
Before the bandits returned, looking.
“No doubt they will send their entire crew”
Said Joethryn as he helped with cooking.
After feeding each the freed captive
Sorg and Joethryn decided to stay,
As their plan of defense came active
There was little time before the day.
No time to carve spears, they gathered stones
From the glen and surrounding thickets.
Piles were fashioned in multiple zones
Along with a couple small hatchets.
Dawn arrived quickly as the sun rose
They could hear the patter of horses,
The fearful sound drawing ever close,
They all hid from the coming forces.
A dozen men arrive at the town
Dismounting, seeing it is vacant.
With stones, the people aim for the crown
As some of them do with impact, plant.
Sorg and Joethryn jump out and attack
Taking the bandits somewhat off guard.
Frantically fighting, hack after hack;
The first had fallen, his body marred.
Defensively blocking vicious blows,
With precision Joethryn dismembers
His foe’s hand from whence blood amply flows,
The man runs from the other members.
Joethryn turns to face yet one more
When a stone crushes in the foe’s face.
At this he slips in the midst of war,
Falling at such an ever slow pace.
Desperately clutching for his weapon
His hand is met by a rugged shoe.
His heart sinks and outlook does darken
As he braces for the coming hew.
A sword from yonder pierces the man,
As he slumps to the ground lifelessly.
Joethryn gets up as fast as he can,
Giving a nod to Sorg graciously.
Back to back, Sorg and Joethryn fight on,
Full of vigor with stones still soaring.
The mud flows with crimson hereupon,
The result of vehement warring.
After a time, the battle had ceased,
Eleven corpses lay at their feet.
Distantly one bleeds, nearly deceased;
They dressed his wound lest his life deplete.
Released once his wounds had been mended
Sorg sent the man back with a message,
“These people whom we have defended
Leave them be, lest your deaths be savage.”
He hastily mounted his horse, fleeing
Through the glen and into the badlands.
Sorg and Joethryn now both agreeing
The folks are safe from enemy hands.
Staying the night at the local inn,
To rest prior to their departure.
They awake as the day does begin,
And they embark on their next venture.
The Paliform Precipice Part II: Exodus
Hands shackled, Sorg descends down the spire
Joethryn leading him past every guard,
To reach the bottom they did aspire
Passing each man with which Sorg had sparred.
“I’m throwing him in with the captives!”
Said Joethryn as he passed all his men.
Joethryn proceeds, unquestioned motives
As they make their way to the slave pen.
Assuring his guards he does not need aid,
Joethryn arrives on the second floor.
Alone, in this place they have forayed,
They had returned just as Sorg had swore.
Joethryn promptly removes Sorg’s manacle
And begins to unlock every cell.
The hot desert; the next obstacle,
Each captive gets his fill from the well.
“They have no shoes and can barely stand,
They will not survive this odyssey”
Uttered Sorg to Joethryn beforehand,
As walking would be idiocy.
Joethryn uncovers a hidden dray
In a covered pocket in the ground.
Sorg moved the cart so escape could they,
And two horses, to the cart were bound.
The dray was loaded with the captives
As they journeyed across the badlands.
Determined that each prisoner lives,
Roaring across the dry, scorching sands.
Meanwhile back at the bandits’ tower
Joethryn’s betrayal was discovered.
They learned his allegiance had gone sour
And left in pursuit of them, angered.
Flicking the reins, Sorg coaxes more speed
To hasten their pace, keeping them safe.
A man falls; The bandits don’t take heed.
They trample to death the lowly waif.
Outraged at this, Sorg wishes to fight,
But Joethryn says to Sorg in reply
“Another time friend, we must take flight.
Vengeance at present we must deny”
No matter, four bandits closed in fast
Baubles were hurled from inside the cart
Bouncing along from whence they were cast,
One pursuer a goblet did thwart.
As it struck a horse right in the snout
The beast reared up and cast his rider.
The rest pursue, prolonging the bout,
Closing, their formation gets wider.
Sorg ties the reign as one approaches
Then draws his sword to fend off the foe.
Opposite, another encroaches,
Joethryn clutches a stone from the tow.
Hurling the stone toward the bandit
Striking his temple, a stroke of luck
Thrown from the horse as he had been hit.
Meanwhile, Sorg still fighting has to duck
As his rival swings with constancy.
Sorg follows up with a mighty thrust
Dispatching his foe with urgency,
The last one fled, as he kicked up dust.
At last they reach a welcoming sight
As they enter in a peaceful glen,
They proceed into the dark of night
Until they reach the town of Rulfen.
Arriving upon this quaint hamlet
The residents hid in their dwellings.
Frightened so by this sudden visit,
They knew of Joethryn and his doings.
The rescued slaves explained their journey
And told about Joethryn’s change of heart;
How he had turned from his villainy,
And they learned the error on their part.
‘Twas a matter of time, Joethryn knew
Before the bandits returned, looking.
“No doubt they will send their entire crew”
Said Joethryn as he helped with cooking.
After feeding each the freed captive
Sorg and Joethryn decided to stay,
As their plan of defense came active
There was little time before the day.
No time to carve spears, they gathered stones
From the glen and surrounding thickets.
Piles were fashioned in multiple zones
Along with a couple small hatchets.
Dawn arrived quickly as the sun rose
They could hear the patter of horses,
The fearful sound drawing ever close,
They all hid from the coming forces.
A dozen men arrive at the town
Dismounting, seeing it is vacant.
With stones, the people aim for the crown
As some of them do with impact, plant.
Sorg and Joethryn jump out and attack
Taking the bandits somewhat off guard.
Frantically fighting, hack after hack;
The first had fallen, his body marred.
Defensively blocking vicious blows,
With precision Joethryn dismembers
His foe’s hand from whence blood amply flows,
The man runs from the other members.
Joethryn turns to face yet one more
When a stone crushes in the foe’s face.
At this he slips in the midst of war,
Falling at such an ever slow pace.
Desperately clutching for his weapon
His hand is met by a rugged shoe.
His heart sinks and outlook does darken
As he braces for the coming hew.
A sword from yonder pierces the man,
As he slumps to the ground lifelessly.
Joethryn gets up as fast as he can,
Giving a nod to Sorg graciously.
Back to back, Sorg and Joethryn fight on,
Full of vigor with stones still soaring.
The mud flows with crimson hereupon,
The result of vehement warring.
After a time, the battle had ceased,
Eleven corpses lay at their feet.
Distantly one bleeds, nearly deceased;
They dressed his wound lest his life deplete.
Released once his wounds had been mended
Sorg sent the man back with a message,
“These people whom we have defended
Leave them be, lest your deaths be savage.”
He hastily mounted his horse, fleeing
Through the glen and into the badlands.
Sorg and Joethryn now both agreeing
The folks are safe from enemy hands.
Staying the night at the local inn,
To rest prior to their departure.
They awake as the day does begin,
And they embark on their next venture.
