A tale of the Rangers 6?
In the world of Norrath, where flames burned high, A tale of Fennin Ro, I shall now supply.
The Tyrant of Fire, a monstrous sight to behold, In the Plane of Fire, where legends are told.
The raiding party, strong and bold, Heroes of valor, their stories yet untold.
But among them, Rangers Six, they stood apart, Their aim was true, and it set them apart.
As the raid engaged, and the battle did rage, Fennin Ro's fury, they had to assuage.
Arrows flew and blades clashed in the fire's glow, But the Rangers Six had a different role to show.
With bows drawn taut, they let their arrows fly, Each shot finding its mark in the blazing sky.
Together they unleashed a torrent of pain, Their combined damage, like a fiery rain.
Fennin Ro roared, his flames burned bright, The raiders fought hard with all their might.
But in the end, it was the Rangers' fame, For their damage eclipsed the raiders' flame.
"They stood apart, the Rangers Six," they'd say, In Norrath's legends, they had their day.
For when the dust settled, and the flames grew dim, It was the Rangers who had the victory within.
So remember the tale of Fennin Ro's plight, And the Rangers' prowess in that fiery fight.
In the Plane of Fire, where legends are made, The Rangers Six, their names will never fade.
