Wintersday Contest 2017 Winners: Gryn and Etaoin Shrdlu
Welcome Tyrians!It's been a few weeks since our Wintersday contest ended and the judges have been hard at work deliberating on the entries we've received. We are finally ready to reveal the winners of our contest. We also decided to showcase the winning entries throughout the week so keep an eye on our social media for more announcements. All our winners will be receiving a Path of Fire swag bag filled with goodies provided by Arenanet.
We are starting the week with two winners: Gryn and Etaoin Shrdlu"Good King Reza" by GrynGood King Reza's ghost looked outO'er Desmina's HallowsWhere the Risen milled aboutPale as from the gallowsBrightly burned the fires that night(though the smell was cruel),When a figure came in sightgath'ring wood and jewel."Hither, Rotbeard, stand by me;answer me with candor:Yonder traveller, who is hebut the Pact Commander?"Reza, you are Zhaitan's Eye;can you not see clearer?'Tis the Marshal drawing nigh,pulled here by your mirror!""Bring me seaweed, stir-fry base,vinegar most sour:We must set a swifter pace --not treasure devour!"Pirate, monarch, forth they went,while Trahearne was batteredBy Melandru's brambles bent,and Pact corpses scattered."Suffer for this," Rotbeard cried,"Salad, make us stronger!""Orr's last king, be purified,Zhaitan's Eye no longer!Mark my footsteps, Risen friend,"spoke the Marshal kindly,"You will find the Dragon's endfrees your hearts... and, minds."In the Marshal's wake they tread,Rotbeard well-admonished.Sharn's Free Camp lay just ahead;Reza gazed, astonished:Charr and Human waved in turn,Even the Asura."This will end well", thought Trahearne,Marshaling bravura!
"Good King Palawa Joko" by Etaoin Shrdlu
Good King Palawa JokoFrom the shores of IstanSat atop a throne of boneLoved by all AwakenedAncient curse supports his blightSome might think it cruelThus a Sunspear came in sightProtesting his rule
"Utumishi, inform me,Else you’ll face a fellingThis dissenter, who is he?I would raze his dwelling!""Sire, he lives some units hence,In a hut of linenRight against your great bone fenceNear that place called Zehlon."
"Bring me flesh and Vabbian wineAnd elder wood logs hitherThou and I shall see him dieAnd his rebellion wither."Vizier, God-King, and CrescentForth they rode togetherDespite the Sunspear’s wild lamentAnd the arid weather.
"Sire, his camp is not far nowIt won’t be much longerYour soldiers rally, rage, and rowCharging forth to conquer.""Break his spirit, set aflameAll that he holds dearlyHe’ll rue the day he cursed my nameAnd will know to fear me."
Now the traitor ravaged plodIn his armor dentedLoyal to his new lich godIn his army now enlistedTherefore, all Elonians knowTo kowtow to their great kingAnd if they all then praise JokoThey might attain Awakening.