OOC: Now I feel compelled to write a long epic poem of the party's escapades.
Anybody have anything in particular they want?
The focus will have to be on Hagar. The Sea dwarf prince who rescued Sir
Ambroz from a shipwreck, who negotiated peace with bugbears. Who cut down a
Storm Giant. Who slew manticores, devils, liches...
On Tuesday, April 25, 2023 at 03:52:01 PM EDT, Tim Farley
<dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
He could write a tale or two of the party's derring do.
Two kinds of songs: attacking the attackers, and singing our praises.
I am much better at the attack songs.
On Tuesday, April 25, 2023 at 03:50:23 PM EDT, Tim Farley
<dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
We may really need to bring Ged back.....
On Tuesday, April 25, 2023 at 03:46:31 PM EDT, Tim Farley
<dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Ode to a Coward's Death.
I hear that it is often said that heroes die but once.And cowards die a
thousand deaths, their honor in the dumps.Most cowardly of all it seems, are
those who so glibly,accuse their betters of their own shame
anonymously.Especially when it is done when heroes cannot hear.Which is
understandable when weighed on cowards' fear.
The motives of such baseborn are not worth the time to know.They boil up from
envy, fear and dwelling down below.They haven't got the fortitude to face a
true hero.So they weave a sorry tale using cowardice they show, while their
shame and ever-present thoughts of villainy do grow, waiting only righteous
anger to deliver killing blow.
It's especially pathetic when the lot of them don't dare,for against their
target's record their own deeds cannot compare.For the perfidious and
lily-livered creatures in their lair,do the lifeless masque of death as lies
drive out all breathing air.And the soulless, cretinous creatures wail and
scream "that is not fair!,as the devils that they dealt with come in time to
fetch their fare.
And the irony that is not lost on any that can thinkis despite the vile calumny
of wretchedness and stink,that the person so maligned is often cut from the
great mold,of the heroes and the legends who in tales vastly old, would of
their own safety and weal would scarcely deign to weigh, as they wade into the
fray to save the cowards of the day.
And in doing so afford the sad excuses for a soul,the opportunity to lift above
their sorry, rancid hole.But the vast majority of those who to this level
sink,are incapable of remedying their foul unnatural kink.Thus saving them is
pointless, and a senseless waste of breathFor the only end they favor is the
dreadful coward's death.
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On Tuesday, April 25, 2023 at 03:14:29 PM EDT, Antonio Simoes
<dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
John Mac will be ready to give Sean a hand if more than one offenders appear.
On Tuesday, April 25, 2023 at 07:44:18 PM GMT+1, Tim Farley
<dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
When Sean comes up for air, and if he encounters this, he will provoke the
singer or singers into a fight. It shouldn't be too hard, think of how many of
the party want to beat on Sean every now and again.
In the event he cannot provoke a fight, he will mark the target and seek
Mawby's able assistance. But his initial plan will be to provoke a fight, kill
the guy trying to kill him, and let a cleric speak with the dead.
Most likely, though, he'll be with Tina for a few days, then off to Glanna.
And I imagine Agatha won't share the song with him.
In the alternative, he might only pierce their musical instrument with a well
placed shot. The advantage to being a specialist archer.
He might also commission Elmore's skald to compose a song addressing the nature
of cowardice, and the irony of calling someone a coward anonymously.
And if anyone wishes to demonstrate the testicular fortitude to explain
themselves, Sean Marley March, Tower 6. Bring a friend, a second, and a form
identifying your next of kin.
I shit bigger than you.
On Tuesday, April 25, 2023 at 02:25:01 PM EDT, SM Baule <smbaule@xxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
Many of you will hear the following song being sung around town by street
musicians and by some of the minstrels in taverns. Bonaluria's skald does not
sing it; or at least you have not heard it.
Hagar the Coward
Hagar was a little dwarf
Cowardice was his trade
He'd run at the first sign oftrouble
With no plans to stay
Chorus:
Oh, Hagar, Hagar
A dwarf so brave and bold
He'd hide at the sound of battle
And leave his friends in the cold
He'd tremble at the slightestnoise
His knees would start to shake
He feared the dark, he feared thelight
He feared every step he'd take
Chorus:
Oh, Hagar, Hagar
A dwarf so brave and bold
He'd hide at the sound of battle
And leave his friends in the cold
But did Hagar foind his heart
And courage he did not find
He stood not tall, he faced hisfears
And wet his small behind
Chorus:
Oh, Hagar, Hagar
A dwarf so sad and cold
He'd hide at the sound of battle
And leave his friends in the cold