Ballad the first: Introducing the party
The House in Ferier Street
[to the tune of The House of the Rising Sun]
There is a house in Ferier Street
they call the haunted one.
It’s been the ruin of many a night’s sleep;
and now my tale’s begun.
Ne’Agra was a sorcerer,
and Gretta used a blade.
They did not think they were enough,
and so our deal was made.
Oh, Kyran was a paladin,
and Reglin sailed the seas,
and Gregor, the Litorian
just did as he might please.
Zylka grew up in Ptolis,
and I had lived there too.
We gathered to confront the spooks
before the day was through.
They asked our cleric, Sar’than
to fend off things undead,
and me to tell the story
of how the party sped.
Some strode up to the front door;
I climbed onto the roof.
There was, of course, no answer
which soon we put to proof.
There was a house in Ferier Street
they called the haunted one.
It once was filled with goblins,
But now, that tale is done.
The Drug Lord’s Daughter
In memory of Leena Cran
[to the tune of Head over Feet by Alanis Morissette]
We had no choice but to hear him;
He summoned us to Castle Shard.
We thought about it...
We found that we were Lord Zavier’s guests.
He said that Cran was hiring help:
He asked us to find out why.
She’s already dead and encoffined inside of glass,
And don’t be alarmed if she’s sunken under the bay;
And don’t be surprised if Cran’s lying in all that he says.
He wants to use us, to get his watch.
Cran’s plot was thick and it swallowed us whole;
He was much slyer than we gave him credit for
That’s not cynicism.
She’s already dead and encoffined inside of glass,
And don’t be alarmed if she’s sunken under the bay;
And don’t be surprised if Cran’s lying in all that he says.
He wants to use us, to get his watch.
His daughter’s body was on a ship that sank.
He supplied potions for us to water breathe;
We went exploring.
Sea devils took her away to a cave.
Quillong our friend
Guided us to the place;
It didn’t take us long.
Never seen a corpse so active before
Baltazar wanted the gold watch she wore
We are aware now...
She’s not all there now.
She’s already dead and encoffined inside of glass,
And don’t be alarmed if she’s sunken under the bay;
And don’t be surprised if Cran’s lying in all that he says.
He wants to use us, to get his watch.
I don't recognise any of these songs/lyrics/music.
Can you post the song title and artist?
Then I could find it online, and look up the music to place your bard's lyrics to it?
Sorry about that. I didn't realize until after teh second post that the parenthetical had been dropped.
Anyway, the first ballad, The House in Ferier Street is to the tune of The House of the Rising Sun. The best known version of which is by The Animals. It actually is a traditional ballad stanza.
The second is Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette.
I don't have links to these, but maybe someone who finds them will post them here.
Meanwhile I'll stick to plain text on posts so the info appears with the lyrics in future.
Thanks.
Can you write anything based on any Rush songs?
Oh yeah. I almost forgot:
"Freebird! Play some Skynard!"
Sorry, I don't really know many Rush lyrics, and I had already started this...
So how about some Warren Zevon for now, and I'll see what I can do with your other ideas.
I'm not sure yet who the speaker would be for "If I leave here tomorrow..." since as far as I know none of the PCs are planing to leave Ptolis, and the Eldarin can't. So, I'm not sure... maybe the ghost from Pythonnes House? I think Zylka got his name.
Anyway, before we got there, we went into the sewers under Brandywine Street, and fought the gnolls. Thus, my next masterpiece....
Gnolls in the Sewer
to the tune of Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon
We saw a prophecy written in the cleric Helmutt’s hand
Talking about the dark elf Sibukar in his lair
We were looking for the place where he’s holed-up
Going to get ourselves a big reward if we dare
Ah-roo, Gnolls in the sewers
In a lot was a shack with a hidden trap door
We used it to get in
We could hear the howling as we perused the fight
More Gnolls emerging again
Ah-roo, Gnolls in the sewers
A Magic pool by the door, and Gregor drank some more
And lately we’ve been overrun in combat
Ought to stay away from there
Or push on if you dare
And hope you’ll make it out intact
Ah-roo, Gnolls in the sewers
We saw dark Subukar with his minion things
Guarded by Gnolls in the sewers
We fought the dark elf, Sibukar with his hybrid things
Guarded by Gnolls in the sewers
We fought the dark elf making a rat-spider hybrid in chemical vats
And his death was perfect
Ah-roo, Gnolls in the sewers
Spill blood
Trapped Inside This Building
to the tune of [I]Wrapped Around Your Finger[i]
We considered the locked chest a problem
Our discussion was so very solemn
No picks or spells availed as we did linger
But a bard is more than just a singer
We have come here seeking Nevaran’s All-key
Rumor said was part of some past folly
Spectral Voices beckon from above
Luring us away from all we love
We’ll be trapped inside this building
We’ll be trapped inside this building
Marquent’s journal didn’t give his name
But she was assured he was to blame
Pythoness House was sealed at his whim
The destiny she foresaw had grown dim
We’ll be trapped inside this building
We’ll be trapped inside this building
The rats and undead trollops are behind us
The evil of this place will never bind us
We’ll find both halves of the spiral contrivance
And down into the darkness we will advance
And we’ll be trapped inside this building
We’ll be trapped inside this building
We’ll be trapped inside this building
Minotaurs in Ice
to the tune of Cold as Ice
Minotaurs in Ice
were waiting to sacrifice our band.
We took Marquent’s advice
suspecting we’d pay the price
below
Two centuries before,
it happened in her time,
They built a hidden door
and left our world behind.
Down in the cold
and locked away,
the chaos weapons,
waiting for their day
Minotaurs in Ice
were waiting to sacrifice our band.
We knew in a trice;
One side would pay the price
below
Oh, we might have fled
at any other time;
from a huge undead,
but now his sword is mine.
We gathered the loot;
It was taken away
by a chaos cult;
They’ll be back someday
Cold as ice, the minotaurs they were
Cold, cold as ice; as cold as ice to me
Cold, cold as ice...
Oh, oh, oh, cold as, cold as ice
Minotaurs in ice
Minotaurs in ice; left in ice below
Minotaurs in ice, down below
Minotaurs in ice; left in ice, oh no
Minotaurs in ice, down below
Minotaurs in ice, left in ice
In the Temple of Wind
(to the tune of Blowin’ in the Wind)
How many years has the white obelisk
towered o’re the temples around?
Yes, and how many other adventurers
have searched for the key that we found?
Yes, and how many spells did it take ‘til they knew
the forces of Air to be bound?
The answer, my friend. is in the temple of wind;
the temple of the ministry of wind.
How many times has a man climbed up
attempting to reach the sky?
Yes, and how many feared to disturb what they saw
unless they were ready to die?
Yes, and how many still could tell the tale
and not be caught in a lie?
The answer, my friend. is in the temple of wind;
the temple of the ministry of wind.
How many years was the great hall sealed
before they came full of glee?
Yes, and how many years did the ministry wait
before they were once again free?
Yes, and how many fools would have soon lost lives
so that ancient ambitions might be?
The answer, my friend. is in the temple of wind;
the temple of the ministry of wind.
The Cults
(to the tune of The Trees by Rush)
There's a Surgeon in the Shadows;
there is trouble in the street
for the chaos cults are rising
and they're practiced in deceit.
The trouble with the brothers
(and they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the world just too flawed
and should be dissolved in night.
But if some don't share their feelings
or don't like the way they're made,
the Surgeon can improve them
with his cunning and his blade.
There's a Surgeon in the Shadows
and the people all have fled.
His victims scream in terror;
they'd be better off if dead.
And the vested of the Galchutt
are arising in their might.
The Ebon Hand is greedy
as they prepare for the fight.
Now there's no more time to linger;
Chaositech can mend that flaw,
and the Surgeon can transform you
with his scalpel and bone-saw.
Brena Kierdon wrote: The Cults
(to the tune of The Trees by Rush)
There's a Surgeon in the Shadows;
there is trouble in the street
for the chaos cults are rising
and they're practiced in deceit.
The trouble with the brothers
(and they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the world just too flawed
and should be dissolved in night.
But if some don't share their feelings
or don't like the way they're made,
the Surgeon can improve them
with his cunning and his blade.
There's a Surgeon in the Shadows
and the people all have fled.
His victims scream in terror;
they'd be better off if dead.
And the vested of the Galchutt
are arising in their might.
The Ebon Hand is greedy
as they prepare for the fight.
Now there's no more time to linger;
Chaositech can mend that flaw,
and the Surgeon can transform you
with his scalpel and bone-saw.
I've got my cigarette lighter out for this one.
These are really great! Keep 'em coming :)
Reglin’s Fatal Mistake
to the tune of My Favorite Mistake by Sheryl Crow
We woke up and heard this morning -
The prophecy was a warning;
The cults aren’t tryin’ to hide any more.
We found the house that they sleep in;
Probably should have tried to creep in,
But it’s foolish to go alone.
Did you know that out foe from the first was winning,
And our bad day, it was just beginning,
That was soon to compound in
Reglin’s fatal mistake.
Now, our friends are sorry for him
They wish their caution didn’t bore him;
He was no fool to this game.
We’d gone looking for his brother
Who’d been transformed like the other;
Perhaps he felt he was to blame.
Did he know that he chose the saddest ending
To the bad day that we were all spending;
We don’t know, if it was so...
Reglin’s fatal mistake.
Reglin’s fatal mistake...
Well, maybe nothing lasts forever -
We’d adventured there together,
Now, there’ll be no more hereafter
Just a memory filled with woe
That it transpired this way.
Now we must say “farewell”
He was the only one that we ever lost;
Now there is just this song.
Did he truly choose to die?
To pass on without a sigh?
Reglin’s fatal mistake
Reglin’s fatal mistake
Reglin’s fatal mistake...
Cocoon
to the tune of Cocaine by Eric Clapton
If you want to make thralls
before the last night falls – cocoon.
If you want to have more
than the cult before – cocoon.
They don’t die, they don’t die, they don’t die; cocoon.
If you’ve got bad news
which everybody rues – cocoon.
When the day is done
there’s nowhere left to run – cocoon.
They don’t die, they don’t die, they don’t die; cocoon.
If your hope is gone
and you want to go on – cocoon.
Don’t forget this fact
there’s no coming back – cocoon.
They don’t die, they don’t die, they don’t die; cocoon
Kaleidoscope Shrine
to the tune of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by The Beatles)
Picture yourself underground in a sewer
with venom-shaped thralls and chaos-tech frights
Destiny calls you, you enter quiet slowly
a shrine with kaleidoscope lights.
Beware the flyer who’s covered in flame
circling over your head
Look at the girl with the snakes in her hair
and you’re gone
Chorus
Fighting in the sky with cultists
Fighting in the sky with cultists
Fighting in the sky with cultists
Gretta falls down past the floating stone altar
where iron shackled people are left ‘til they die
Everyone screams as they charge through the fire
that goes so incredibly high
Aporting demons appear in the hall
wanting to take you away
Hit in the back, it’s been lees than two rounds
and you’re gone
Chorus
Picture yourself in a fight in a temple
With cultists who’ve gathered to summon the Night
Suddenly no one is left to defile
a shrine with kaleidoscope lights
Chorus
* alternate chorus lines....
Kupos in the sky with arrows
Cyrin in the sky in melee
Melee in the sky with cultists
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