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-------- Original message --------From: "Tim Farley("timfarleynj")"
<dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> Date: 4/25/23 6:35 PM (GMT-06:00) To:
stoddard@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [stoddard] Re: Interesting Song
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..
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 of
trouble
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 slightest
noise
His knees would start to shake
He feared the dark, he feared the
light
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 his
fears
And wet his small behind
Chorus:
Oh, Hagar, HagarA dwarf so sad and coldHe'd hide at the sound of battleAnd
leave his friends in the cold
