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Ailetha smiles back at the mayor.
Heroic tales? Well, I am not the best story teller. However, I have drafted a bit of a ballad that provides a general recitation of our exploits.
With that, Ailetha takes a stool and moves over near the fireplace where all in the inn can see her easily and she begins the song:
In a town not small, by a sea of froth;
Goblin raids, children slain enough;
Heros found to right the wrong;
A fortress skull, mighty strong;
Knights and rangers, thugs and priests;
The ragged band, death to goblins bequeath.
The end they hoped, was not found;
Instead more blood upon the ground;
Undead insane, a home unsound;
The band fought forth against all odds;
Until the evil, dispelled by gods.
Again returned the heros too;
The town from whence their party grew;
Again murder there was seen;
The City of Monuments was unclean;
Corrupt on top, corrupt a town;
The heros stopped all they found.
Atop a tower within that place;
A lamia of great disgrace;
Before the party, strong and brave;
The lamia fled to keep her nave.
With help the heros then moved once more;
To find to where the Lamia whore.
This alas led far far to lands with heart;
To Turtleback Ferry, where the strong take part;
And near the town, a fort to keep;
The lands down south save asleep;
But the fort had fallen, to evil vile;
Ogres, giants, and lamia wile.
Although tired from the road alive;;
The heros a devious plan devise;
First they drew the ogre grunts;
From the despoiled fort with shunts;
A battle ensued a mighty fight;
At the end, cleansed had been the vile blight.
Now the fort once more is free;
Soon some other shall its value see;
The Turtleback people, retake they must;
Until rangers arrive, to shake the rust;
The this land safe shall be had;
The heros continue so all be saved and glad.
Perform(sing):
Once she finishes, smiles a little embarrassed.
I hope you liked it. It is a work in progress as our adventure continues. To where, we do not know. But for now, the fort has been cleansed and is ready for you and the rangers to once more protect this land.
Thornson nods in solemn approval. "As fine a tale as I've ever heard."
Bree watches and listens as Ailetha sings her song and then asks Harry in a hushed voice, "She do that a lot?"
"Normally it's a banshee wail of hate and destruction. Song isn't bad, at least she didn't finger me out for my myriad of trespasses against decency"
Bree grunts and nods in acknowledgment. She then pours herself another drink before offering to do the same for any of the others by tilting the bottle in the general direction of their glasses.
Harry grunts agreement at Sable, whilst waving his mug towards Bree to take her up on the offer.
[b]"I suppose the next bit is tracking down the Lamia, and seeing what else is around here. The Ogres wont have been alone"{/b]
Bree pours Harry his drink and asks, "Well, where was it last seen and how long ago?"
"And seeing where this hole goes." Karlan adds.
The mayor claps in his meaty hands and twirls the ends of his moustache in a gesture of appreciation
A fine song indeed and quite a tale...I know you bards like to overdo it a bit, but this one was genuinely good, heh.
He then beckons one of the villagers to him and has a short whispered exchange with him, before he explains
The flying monsters have been seen circling above the far side of the lake for the last three days...I wonder what they are doing there...
Ailetha looks over to Karlan and Harry:
Probably waiting to die. They just got tired of running from us.
[ooc]Bump...?{/ooc]