*posted throughout various inns and taverns*

[Charon's Claw]

((posted by player request))

Blake the Snake

Aria Blake, what a fake, flicking her forked tongue like a snake!
Master of magic,
But a failure so tragic,
At romance not fueled by the spell: Dominate!

Aria blake, for heavens sake, you can't have it all and still eat your cake!
A dab hand at a barter,
And also at murder,
Of any poor fool who stands in her way!

Kill them all and watch them fall!
Steal thier gold before bloods cold!
Down with the men who won't warm her bed!
Turn em' to stone or off with thier heads!

Aria blake, what a fake, bending the rules that she can't break!
Queen of deception,
A fiend without question,
She's got all the charm of a throbbing toothache!

Aria Blake, for heavens sake, go home to Amn and burn at the stake!
An expert at slander,
Devoid of all candor,
She can dish it out, but how much can she take?

Kill them all! Enslave! Enthrall!
Steal thier thoughts, root out thier plots!
Down with the guilty and innocent,
Flee in the face of this heartless tyrant!

[SlothfulCat]

Seeing one copy Aria removes it and puts it away for safe keeping before heading to her room for the night. The next day a series of inns see her appear out of thin air she makes an organized scouring of inns for more the other copies.

The following is written on each one she can find.

"The true nature of snakes is to hide in their recesses until ready to strike at their prey. When they do so it usually from a vantage where they are unseen, should they be the sort to use poisen or not. You wrote this piece calling me a snake yet sign no name or signal to it. Why do you hide like the reptile and attempt to poisen my name? You wish me to burn at the stake, but obviously lack the courage to say so to my face let alone drive the nails home yourself. Can you not bring yourself to work with so little deception as to even deliver your insults in person? Do you not even have the spine to take credit for a decent turn of phrase?

You should come and meet me face to face and speak your mind as the honorable might. Come author of this little ditty, to the Wailing Wheel of Suzial and present yourself instead of making snide untruths and slander from the shadows.

If you dont have the balls for it author, *bleep-itty-bleep* off.

Aria Blake"

[Munroe]

Commoners can occasionally be heard singing snippets of the song throughout Cormyr in towns where the lyrics were posted.

Since no tune is provided with the lyrics the tune employed varies. Most singers with any musical talent whatsoever manage to find a common rhythm. Some variations are surprisingly upbeat.

[The Supreme Watcher]

Garum Glandash can be heard singing the words to himself any time someone moves past him.

"What a snake," he can be heard to remark.

It's been no secret that he's a stalwart supporter of this song, and would give the bard hundreds of lions to continue it.

"Call me a criminal," he could be heard to continue. "Well at least I'm not a snake, or a fake."

Garum raises a toast to good song and good drink, in Aria's honor.

[irene]

Reina Damarra enters the Cloven Shield in Marsember. She sees one of the notes, reads it and arches a brow.

-"Who put this up, Barry?"

The innkeeper shrugs.

-"Some kid. Payed to do it, I suspect"
-"Hm."-

Reina crumbled the note and threw the ball of parchment into the fireplace. Barry watched, raising a brow lightly.

-"You don't agree, wavemistress?"-
-"It's not a question about me agreeing or not. The note is not signed. Let the author put a name under if he or she wants to spread rumours!"-