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Post by Raulwicke on Jun 9, 2016 19:23:13 GMT
Whether wrapped in the comforts of hearth and home...
Tucked away in some tavern...
Or nestled beneath the boughs of some great tree...
There are few finer ways to whittle away the hours than through the telling of stories and the singing of songs.
Aventurer, what'er may have brought you here,
let it not pull you hence too hastily.
Come, stay awhile...
Rest your bones and allow me to regal you
with resplendent tales of my travels.
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Post by Raulwicke on Jun 9, 2016 20:55:28 GMT
THE BALLAD OF THE EDGE
It was not a Night unlike this When Mann first felt the waves. He stood at waters edge And looked out into the Sky
The Gods of Old had warned Him To not travel to the Deep But Mann swore he knew better Than those that came before Sing to us Mann! Of the Dark Edge! Where from men never return Sing to us Mann! Of the Edge of Elyria For one day they all must return
Mann's children have tried Where their fathers have failed To reach that forbidden Edge
With mighty Ships On Roaring waves They've sworn to return home again
But fortune has conspired 'Gainst Son of Mann He never return to Wife and Son
So the Children of the Children Of the Children of Mann Lose their lives on a Fool's Errand
Sing to us Mann! Of the Dark Edge! Where from men never return Sing to us Mann! Of the Edge of Elyria For one day we all must return
Those that have tried And fallen short Tell of the glorious Edge
Where waters do spill, And the Old Gods do Supp But has never been reachen by them
These men sit in Taverns, With Schoolboys around They spin fantastic tales
That inspire young heroes And challenge young fools To go and seek that forbidden ledge
Sing to us Mann! Of the Dark Edge! Where from men never return Sing to us Mann! Of the Edge of Elyria For one day our sons must return
These Heroes and Fools They number the thousands Who have searched far and wide
But those who return Who tell of the darkness To those that spin stories They chide
For the Edge is of Legend But not one of Heroes One of brave men, who have died
So see this a warning All you young heroes Who wish to peak over the Side
Know what awaits you Is not fame and glory Because the Edge is where Death resides Sing to us Mann! Of the Dark Edge! Where from men never return Sing to us Mann! Of the Edge of Elyria For one day we all must return
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Post by Raulwicke on Jun 16, 2016 2:55:25 GMT
THE LEGEND OF THE WORK-MAN KING
When walking through Dol Aderyn, a pav’d road you tread.
Laid by a King, a warrior born, who should this day be dead.
He took a Ranger maiden’s hand, promising her a Kingdom,
But she turned that poor fool on his head and got herself a Queendom!
Hoo rah, hooray, a tally ho this day! She got herself a Queendom!
Now not to make light of this dashing lord, his brow a sweated mess.
But he was once a general, and now answers to the Miss!
The King of Dol Aderyn, he is the Work-Man King!
He’s the one you call when the Horses need a shoeing!
Hoo rah, hooray, a tally ho this day! When the Horses need a shoeing!
Do not get me wrong, for we love our old King “Miles”!
And any man to wed our Queen must have “swept” her in the aisles!
We accept his patronage, his friendship, and his clout!
And if it is required, he’ll gladly take our garbage out!
Hoo rah, hooray, a tally ho this day! Take our garbage out!
The Queen of Dol Aderyn, now that’s a different Tale.
Her husband had to wed her, for he was born a MALE!
And in our lovely Queendom, we know women know best,
And if you try to challenge that she’ll run you through the chest!
Hoo rah, hooray, a tally ho this day! She’ll run you through the chest!
Now we laugh at good King “Miles”, his throne is always clean,
But we respect Evelake too much, to ever be TOO mean.
He is among us in the trenches, that can never in doubt.
We always feel safest when the Workman King is out!
Hoo rah, hooray, a tally ho this day! When the Workman King is out!
Hoo rah, hooray, a tally ho this day! When the Work-man King is out!
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Post by Raulwicke on Jun 17, 2016 1:30:57 GMT
THE LEGEND OF THE TRUE LOVE OF EVELAKE AND AELIRENN
Oh muse of love and triumph,
You fair servant calls on thee,
To help me tell the tale,
of lovers meant to be.
I talk of the young Evelake,
and his wedded Aelirenn,
bound by chance and happenstance,
this pairing was not if, but when.
Knowing, and growing from very young,
the lovers lives did twine.
Friends, comrades, and competitors,
their courting took some time.
Oh come all ye and listen round,
as I talk of Queens and Kings
Of heroes, adventures, romance, and war
And the lovely things.
I will not lie, this loving pair,
was almost never met.
For in his youth by some vagrants,
our loving King was onset.
Who should come, with twanging bow,
and auburn hair whipping in the wind,
But a beautiful maiden, a Ranger-General!
Yes, It was Aelirenn!
She cut down the King’s foes, with nary a worry or waver.
She was strong and resolute.
The young King was delighted to see his old friend again,
But felt recompense was astute.
Now when the King came of age,
and tradition demanded a wife
He soured the country for a woman of worth,
But thought of none but the one who saved his life.
Oh come all ye and listen round,
as I talk of Queens and Kings
Of heroes, adventures, romance, and war
And the lovely things.
He came to her with flowers, and wine.
She was unmoved by charm and chat.
Until he asked, How to win her hand…?
She said “You must best me in combat!”
They say the battle was most proud,
both refused to back down.
But with a sweep of her leg,
The Queen knocked Evelake to the ground.
She laughed at him, and helped him up.
Her old friend she had missed.
And in the moment he was so caught up,
That the Queen, the King did kiss!
While a surprise, it was the first of many
A true love forged in the flames of war.
But perfectly suited in every way,
are the King and his co-conspirator!
Oh come all ye and listen round,
as I talk of Queens and Kings
Of heroes, adventures, romance, and war
And the lovely things.
This humble Bard, begs your pardon,
as his sits in the tavern of menn,
for he felt that all should know this tale,
the Legend of the True Love,
Of Evelake and Aelirenn!
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