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Post by malleus on Feb 13, 2019 7:49:46 GMT -5
Here follows a row of songs, poems, limericks and grand tales sung or told by Didymus Silverlute.
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malleus
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Post by malleus on Feb 13, 2019 7:51:58 GMT -5
The Mighty Dwarfs Of Skull Crag: A song by Didymus Silverlute.
We tilled Cormyr´s grounds despite frozen toil,
We tended the mines beneath Skull Crags soil,
We hunted the boars at cold mountains glades,
Our kin had no need for blades,
Then they came from the horn, folded steel in their hands,
They burned down our homes and ravaged our lands,
Frost giants brought nothing but bloodshed and lies,
Our families were slain before our eyes,
On our free people they shared a cruel joke,
A choice between death or the yoke,
But then our free people knew what must be done,
To end the oppression, all clans became One,
Forged by war the Oghrann´s rose,
And drove the frost giants back to the horns,
When the enemies begged for the mercy they lacked
A Hundred voices as one, shouted “BLOOD FOR THE PACT”
Forged by war our story be told,
No shackles can hold us,
Whether gemstone or gold.
first performance held at Greatguant town square.
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malleus
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Post by malleus on Feb 13, 2019 7:53:48 GMT -5
When the elf´s dance: a love song by Didymus Silverlute
O my sweet love, she waits for me,
Through thick forest, cross land and sea.
I run to her and together we,
Sway as we kiss
Sway as we kiss
Her graceful shape I heave up high,
And in my hands, I hold her nigh,
Her waiting lips are never dry,
Sway as we kiss
Sway as we kiss
Come the morn she goes,
The taste of her remains,
And in my mind, I see us sway,
Sway as we kiss
Sway as we kiss
first performance held at Greatguant town square.
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malleus
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Post by malleus on Feb 13, 2019 8:00:38 GMT -5
Three lonely whiskey glasses:
A story about the lose of friends. By Didymus Silverlute.
Today I poured a cup of whiskey for a man that’ll never drink it,
The bar tender said “where’s your friend”
“In the heavens” I replied,
His face looked solemn,
And for a second I swear I saw him have a flash back in his eyes,
He poured another cup of whiskey,
“For the ones that left to early, this ones on the house”
And so the glasses stayed there,
Un-drank, all night.
When I went to leave they where still sitting, Lonely against the counter top.
I walked by in the morning, there was a crownsguard line by the door.
The bartender took a crossbow after closing and used it on himself.
Through the window I could still see the glasses of untouched whiskey,
But instead of two glasses there were three.
first performance held at The Tipsy Imp. main stage
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malleus
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Post by malleus on Feb 13, 2019 9:09:35 GMT -5
The rough life of a Combat Dummy:
A poem by Didymus Silverlute.
Through rough sun and heat.
Through blistering cold.
I see fighters come both the young and the old.
They poke me with spears and hit me with swords.
Yet I still stand here affixed to the boards.
Men train they skills and women alike.
Beating me roughly with all of their might.
Defenseless I stand, just taking the blows.
Giving my body for the warrior’s growth.
No one asked to my health, to see if I am okay.
They just stuff me with grass and smelly old hay.
One day ill strike back, make them run to their mummy.
Maybe then they think twice, before they hit....
the Combat dummy…….
first performance held at Greatguant town square.
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Post by malleus on Feb 14, 2019 8:03:25 GMT -5
The Hallow Raising:
An artist’s story of Lucius Hallow: By Didymus Silverlute.
With a mind to ignite the shadowy fright.
He brings forth the promises of the iron cross might.
When longings for protection and long life are met.
The contract for richest and powers a set.
The riches of Cormyr and Hillsfar arise.
When the keen minded merchant wields his appraise.
Where sword fails to carve tough flesh from bone.
He transmutes his magic and turns them to stone.
The study of magic leaves weak men to cower.
But his strong mind and senses will harvest true power.
The complex consortium and the iron cross size.
Will widely be known when the true Hallow raise.
*first performance held at Greatguant town square.*
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Post by malleus on Apr 23, 2019 3:34:29 GMT -5
All hail the Dragon:
How a song can charm a chromatic dragon: by Didymus Silverlute.
While a dragon spread its wings, so broad,
And lesser beings bend their knees, so awed,
You snarl, and hiss, spit fire with a screech!
I hear your servants grunt each to each,
"What a terror! What savage speech!"
Oh, to be like you.
Your temper flares at the smallest offense,
You snatch our cattle and mangle our fence!
You haunt our city’s, spray your breath on our wall,
Tear up our village like a mid-summer squall,
Frighten our children and make the babes bawl,
Promise you'll never change.
Mighty dragon, stride so high,
On wings of doom, you touch the sky!
Mighty dragon, stride so high,
Roars as thunder, may you never die!
Your roar shatter glass, and rattle my ears,
Your frightful presence brings grown men to tears,
You terrorizing reign will last through the years,
Mighty dragon, stride so high,
On wings of doom, you touch the sky!
Mighty dragon, stride so high,
Roars as thunder, may you never die!
*has yet to be performed*
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Post by malleus on Apr 23, 2019 5:27:13 GMT -5
A bard away:
A hymn for the life of the bard: by Didymus Silverlute
Our lord-bound friends can till their fields
Or fight behind their masters' shields
But a bard is free to sing and play
Now raise yourself up and dance away.!
Over the seas and over the Lane
For our wise Milili, we sing without shame,
The music command and we obey
Now raise yourself up and dance away.!
A bard lives a happy life
Free of land-bounds' toil and strife
The songs he sings will mark his grave.
Now raise yourself up and dance away.!
Over the seas and over the Lane
For our joyful Lliira, we dance without shame,
The music command and we obey
Now raise yourself up and dance away.!
Play up, dear bards, for I foretell
We turn to towns with tales to tell
The air will fill with songs today!
Now raise yourself up and dance away.!
Over the seas and over the Lane
For our beautiful Sune, we love without shame,
The music command and we will obey
Now raise yourself up and dance away.!
*Has yet to be performed*
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Post by malleus on Apr 23, 2019 14:36:43 GMT -5
The Shadow dancer:
A late night song for Keerla: by Didymus Silverlute
Shadows dancing in flickering light
guiding souls into the night
Heeding the call of twilight hours
basking in their unearthly powers
Eyes watching in a hidden glance
quiet witness to this ethereal dance
Gleaming bright with sheer elation
hearts quivering in anticipation
Silhouettes cavorting in wicked delight
aware of eyes watching in the night
Enchanted spirits come out to play
never seeing the light of day
Night shadows casting on distant light
silently vanishing from our sight
*first performance held at The Tipsy Imp. main stage*
*the shadow dancing was performed by Keerla*
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