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The Works of KM

A Lower orphan, coin in hand, delivers this installment to the library.

Proper Whipping Techniques

A treaties on proper whipping, written by a master of the trade.

By KM, a renowned expert on the subject.

There are few tools that are finer than The barbed whip, a length of leather span For keeping things bleak And sorting the weak I must say that I'm a devout fan.

Some say a big axe with do the trick But what if it's swung by one too thick You'll get damaged men I wouldn't take ten They're quite worthless and should be dumped quick.

There are few I enjoy whipping more Than a shield dwarf to settle the score They bellow so loud I'd cut down a crowd Though it's a task, it's hardly a chore!

Anvilsmasher and Battleload were Kings that would make their loyal kin stir They both got the sword Or they hung by a chord Bless whoever dragged them to inter.

To hear one strike their back with a lash And gaze upon the great crimson slash Is enough cause for cheer And toast with a beer Followed by feasting for one so brash.

Another poem is delivered by an emaciated Lower youth.

Private Sten By KM, champion of dwarven justice

Private Sten the golden axe fellow He prefers his bribes to be yellow Truly a killer Despised by Miller When poison is found he will bellow.

A merchant sets up camp for his trade Sten will drive him along with a blade Until a bribe is passed And Sten's gold is amassed The seller will be beat with a spade.

One day Sten found miss Thorne in the tank So he opened the door with a crank Master Sten, full of glee Scalded her with his tea And cut her to ribbons with a shank

The cell's ground turned a dark crimson hue Cries of mercy did sound, it is true Pvt. Sten called her a whore And then beat her some more With an insult, Thorne gave him his due.

With a tolerance level so short Sten did offer a scathing retort "Fecking Lower" "You're dead" As he mangled her head Being just was a final resort.

This tale of Sir Koinus Sten is not rare He will sell kept secrets on a dare And beat down a foe Like a dirty hobo And cart off his riches to his lair.