The shorter songs, poems and verse created by the bard Vennis Haler and been collected into one volume and published as a set. A copy is held in the library of the Alizarin Academy for reference. The binding is extendable for future additions.
There was tension in the air, fear in the city of canals As the bold warriors of Marsember waited for those Sembian rascals Uneasiness grew more and more through the day and night Fear haunted both refugee and home folk alike
Till suddenly the vile Silver Helms did charge upon the gate Every gods-cursed one of them, a heart consumed with hate But the stout defenders did not buckle nor did they retreat And threw the filthy invaders right back into the sea
The brave Cormyrians, they cheered with victory Yet little did they reckon with Sembian vileness and deceit A force of 'Sons of Sembia' the ones we all so hate Through treachery and violence sneaked a force right past the gate
Bloodshed struck the city, many brave militia did fall As swords did clash and battle waged right within Marsembers walls Adventurers from throughout Cormyr lent their aid And leapt upon the Sembians with their hallowed blades
Now the defenders they were a disparate band As mages, sellswords, priests and bards from all over the land Came together in adversity, a strange marshal marriage From Lynn the fearsome dragon lady to the outcast known as Vlaric
And led they all were by Swordmajor Graytower Who formed a steadfast company beneath her power Together they drove the enemy from the bloodied streets And crushed the Silver Helms and Sembians beneath their feet
The fighting was swift and bloody, sullied by foul scheming And Marsember suffered the sigth of Sembian summoned demons Yet the heroes of Marsember stood strong and tall And before their righteous chivalry the foul denizens did fall
Finally the battle did reach its very height Both sides bloodied and reeling from the fight When a roar did erupt from the Sembian rapscallions And emerging from their fetid ranks, came their thrice-damned champion
Galen of the Axe he was a man of great renown Brave defenders lay before him scattered on the ground Yet a fightback from a Cormyte hero began to make a start Answering his bellowed challenge, her name was Ironheart*
Their axes clashed to a mighty sound Echoing through the distraught town Blade on shield, eyes of fury As each laid claim to Tempus' glory
Until the axe of the Ironheart lady Bit deep beneath the armour of Galen He, fell crumpled, he did die His last words fading to a bitter cry
On his death the hopes of the Sembians too did fall Their scattered remnants crushed and small The Cormyr flag cheered aloud Marsember bloodied, but yet unbowed
Thus we owe so much to those so few The heroes of Marsember, brave and true
*Those actually at the event may well realise that this is not an accurate chronology of the battle and the duel between Mara and Galen. It seems Vennis has taken a little artistic licence to place that particular fight at the climax of the battle.
Of this dark tale I am about to start, The forest of the King that had evil in it heart, The foulest scourge of the woodland realm we have seen in our time, I tell you of this wicked beast - twas called the Devil Swine.
Hunting man and beast it tore them limb from limb, no one was safe, neither friend or kin, With soul as dark and black as the colour of its hair, The Devil Swine had our land its lair.
So the Lords of Kings Forest assembled, spirits serious and stout, They would assemble a brave party to drive the monster out, And forth from Espar these bold venturers did part, Their quest to rid the forest of this demon pig did start.
Through trees, and grass and undergrowth the brave heroes did run, Alas they found foul creatures, devils not of Farun, Pit fiends and worse were fought within the mud, Our brave heroes nearly died where they stood.
Yet fight they did an won the battle true, Their strength of arms and bravery there for all to view, Despite its tricks and ambushes they tracked it to its lair, With plan to trap it quick an end its reign fore'er.
More devils dark and vengeful were despatched along the way, Mara Ironheart and others were there to save the day, At last they trapped it in a foul broken ruin, And an elven Master Mage was able to smite its ruin.
These brave souls who saved the forest we raise our glass to you, Men and women stout and tall and bravery most true, Gather round all in this tavern and begin to dance a jig, In honour of the hardy heroes that stuck the Devil Pig!