Post by Fleur de la chevalerie on Apr 21, 2013 20:53:49 GMT -5
A tall, brown-haired man wearing simple grey traveling clothes and wearing a garnet cut into the shape of a rose about his neck travels to various inns, taverns, and festhalls and recites these words for the patrons:
Shall we linger in Marsember among spring flowers
Between the white diamond of the lake
And the blue necklace of the river
Sliding away to the sea
As pearls run through a woman's fingers?
Shall we linger to sing the praises of this city?
And shall we not remember as we do
Cormyr in the time of dragons?
In the temples of Ilmater, it is told,
Twenty thousand loaves of bread fed the people
Each and every day
In the kingdom of the Obarskyrs,
In the time of dragons
Shall we linger here amid this fragile beauty
Admiring the fall of starlight on marble?
Shall we ask ourselves
What will become of Immersea,
Beloved of the Moonmaiden Selune?
What has become of Arabel?
Where are the centers of wisdom and the teachers?
Where are the dancing maidens with slender ankles,
And where the music 'neath the chestnut trees?
Where is the fortress whence the Dukes of all-fame
Thundered forth with armies
What foul creatures wander now at will
between the ruined pillars?
Orcs are seen by white moonlight there
Ask in stout-walled Castle Crag for news of the Stonelands
but ask here in thy commons of thee homeland
Ask of ourselves, between Sunset and Thunder,
If we will suffer the Dragon's Flame to be snuffed out
Ask of the forests, ask of the fields
ask of the wine that flows tonight
between the torches and the stars.
-GGK
The man never accepts payment, but will sleep under a roof if such is available.
Shall we linger in Marsember among spring flowers
Between the white diamond of the lake
And the blue necklace of the river
Sliding away to the sea
As pearls run through a woman's fingers?
Shall we linger to sing the praises of this city?
And shall we not remember as we do
Cormyr in the time of dragons?
In the temples of Ilmater, it is told,
Twenty thousand loaves of bread fed the people
Each and every day
In the kingdom of the Obarskyrs,
In the time of dragons
Shall we linger here amid this fragile beauty
Admiring the fall of starlight on marble?
Shall we ask ourselves
What will become of Immersea,
Beloved of the Moonmaiden Selune?
What has become of Arabel?
Where are the centers of wisdom and the teachers?
Where are the dancing maidens with slender ankles,
And where the music 'neath the chestnut trees?
Where is the fortress whence the Dukes of all-fame
Thundered forth with armies
What foul creatures wander now at will
between the ruined pillars?
Orcs are seen by white moonlight there
Ask in stout-walled Castle Crag for news of the Stonelands
but ask here in thy commons of thee homeland
Ask of ourselves, between Sunset and Thunder,
If we will suffer the Dragon's Flame to be snuffed out
Ask of the forests, ask of the fields
ask of the wine that flows tonight
between the torches and the stars.
-GGK
The man never accepts payment, but will sleep under a roof if such is available.