So there were a couple characters that I wrote epics for in a previous game. Here’s the one for Vladimir:
Epic of Vladimir the Executioner
In a world so full of haunting nightmares
Where babies cry out, screaming in the dark
And women sob, clutching their dresses tight
And even men cower and hide in fear
Evil lurks and snarls in every shadow
Ever threatening with violence and death
It seems no one is safe from evil
As it forever creeps across the lands
Devouring people and towns alike
Destroying any that stand in its way
Some however stand against the evil
Paladins of light standing tall and proud
Claiming to bring love, peace prosperity
They are champions of all that is good
Widely loved and revered for their strength, faith
In their presence maidens grow weak and faint
Young lads aspire to one day join them
And men salute their heroic efforts
They are the pride of a people afraid
But all of them are weak and pitiful
There is one who is stronger than others
Who has no weakness, no fear and no love
At least not for the pitiful masses
And their pathetic champions of Torm
For they worship and follow out of fear
Instead of worshiping the source of fear
But he worships evil and tyranny
The one who will dominate the masses
His god is the evil Asmodeus
Vladimir is his executioner
Unwavering in his faith toward his god
He too stands tall and proud, full of strength
Swinging his mighty axe with spite, vengeance
He dominates all that stand in his way
Taking no prisoners, all unworthy
He needs no friends with his god as his lord
He is dark as night and just as scary
He holds his axe as though he holds death itself
And lets it fall on those who are not strong
Each blow bringing him closer to control
Vladimir is champion of his god
Asmodeus seeks to dominate all
To bring all the world under his control
Through any evil means necessary
He’s the evil god of domination
Who will control the world in tyranny
The world deserves no better fate than this
Mindless ignorant sheep, pitiful folk
Will all bow to the might and greed of he
Huddled masses needing their god to live
Vlad brings the bad news of the coming fall
A knight of evil he delivers death
To those who would rebel against his god
They fall before his terrifying might
His vice is much stronger than their virtue
And his body a temple to evil
Day and night preaching death and destruction
Heralding the coming domination
Sowing the seeds for the fall of the world
Making straight the path for Asmodeus
He is the evil executioner
His axe lops off the head of any foe
From splitting in half unworthy ogres
To felling like a tree a thief empire
To enjoying the screams of Palor’s whores
As his paladin and cleric collapse
Under the might of his murderous axe
Crying to a god too weak to save them
The last sounds they heard were evil laughter
From the mouth of their executioner
No creature or being stands against him
He has hacked apart monsters of sewers
Laid waste to the animated undead
Gone toe to toe with angels of the sun
Murdered dozens of thieves and assassins
Stood against flying wyverns from above
Resisted the call of deadly harpies
And fought against the gaze of medusas
He’s even exterminated spiders
All will fall at his cursed feet unworthy
He has no need for friends or flattery
His axe and his faith are his companions
He is the nightmare that keeps your kids up
The chill that runs your spine and shakes your bones
The dread that grips your heart and squeezes it
The figure that woman fear in the dark
The man that makes others feel miniscule
Meeting his gaze means feeling all your shame
Knowing that you are pitiful and weak
Not worthy to speak his name nor his god’s
Know that he is out there coming for you
Intolerant of weakness and meekness
Baring the standard of Asmodeus
He will bring the world under his control
Make it submit and rule in tyranny
Hacking down any that stand in his way
With his mighty axe he’ll remove your head
Leaving behind him a trail of carnage
His evil prophecies cannot be stopped
He’s Vladimir the Executioner