Celtrician Bard War

[LordVreeg]

I think I have mentioned a few times that the bardic guilds of Igbar (and most ofther cities and towns) are where all the knowledgeable go to hear the currents of the times.  Yes, there is graft, corruptin, and pay outs, commissions by bards to enshrine one noble, defame another.  Yet the taverns and inns where these cultural artists perform are the crucibles of the public mood.
Not sure why it is going up, but it has sparked quite a few response songs from the bards of the New Legion.  If you want to use it, go ahead.  It has been used in Igbar now for months of game time.

This particular song has been used to sum up the mood of the common folk of Igbar.


The Children are Missing


The White Hand reaches out
From behind and within the Black air.
Cold be that hand yet somehow fair
That sends sense and warmth both to rout.

The wandering feet of an errant child
Sent with mother's task in safer hour.
Now witless walks under moonlit power
And soon by whitefaced eyes beguiled.

For the night has changed hands
Belonging not to those who breathe air
Now kept by those who in daylight lair
Away from life or sunlit lands.

The Boneyards are watched
By friendly eyes and bold hearts.
With hand on dagger and dire darts
And trembling fingers on crossbow notched.

Yet the small ones go missing
And the comfortless tears they do flow,
For pitiless steps just outside the torch glow...
Are the dead walking, of life reminiscing?    
By Eashell "Portnoy' Esientuimis, of the Martial School of Song.

A dirge sung at Hostems Hostelry on 2-2-895, already making it's way throughtout the city, as the patrons linger over their ales, waiting for enough people to leave at once...no one goes out at night alone.

[LordVreeg]

A

'Willful war of metal on ore,

fire bake and liquid ingot pour.

Loving tap and strong hammer shape

a smith's grasp allows but one escape!

Oh black iron servant, you'll see,

the smith's eye knows what you're meant to be!

 

Powerful grip on hammer and tong,

Basso roar in wild makerspeak song!

Contest my vision for all you are worth

A noble working is a smithy's hard birth!

Black Iron Servant, soon you'll see,

A smith's eye knows what you're meant to be!'

 

 

 Heard at Hostem's Hospitality,  part of Eashell "Portnoy' Esientuimis 'Smithy Song'

[LordVreeg]

Now that the New Legion's first chapter is finally coming to a close, they will be getting some bardic Love in Igbar.  This little round ditty will start making the rounds around the 31st, penned by one of dead Bard Cucino's former compatriots in the Martial School of Song.

Sing Hey, the suns have risen bright and warming!
You know, the way they did before the bane.
Could it be the taint has left us with no warning!
Through all, The brave New Legion did Maintain!

The merry, brave New Legion, The merry, brave new Legion!
The merry, brave New Legion did maintain!

The night's been filled with corpses seeking warm blood
In numbers we will never see again!
Our Priests and Knights tried to stem the flood,
Through all, the brave New Legion did Maintain!

From Recum, rode the brave Knights of the Bone
The Barrowfields they swore they would contain!
Yet the horrors nearly made them overthrown,
Through all, the Brave New Legion did Maintain!

The merry, brave New Legion, The merry, brave new Legion!
The merry, brave New Legion did maintain!

Descending through the crypts, the paid with life and limbs,
And the loathsome lair they did finally atttain!
IN darkest depths they faced the undead lordlings,
Through all, the Brave new Legion did Maintain!

The merry, brave New Legion, The merry, brave new Legion!
The merry, brave New Legion did maintain!