[DH] Grand tournament of Zeyshel - an odd poem. 9th April
Apr 14, 2019 2:51:57 GMT
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Post by ScottWolfgang on Apr 14, 2019 2:51:57 GMT
The following parchment is delivered to the requested office. The writing is scruffy, and loopy, and smells of...spiced tobacco and salt.
Behold, young lady, ye with the golden hair,
For we six Darites have a tale to make you gasp and stare!
Two thousand leagues 'neath the waves did dolphins drag us down,
And yea, though our sleek and powerful mounts were mischeivous and slipp' ry,
We rode them nontheless to a great underwater city!
The tritons there had culture fine and many aquatic beasts abound;
Egad; A porpoise! Forsooth; giant crab! Eels! Cray! And more!
Fine blue folk with locks of green, did arrange for us a feast,
Know the food? You ask of me, and I reply: Nay. But, my hunger great and manners greater; I shall eat it anyway!
Huzzah! Triton custom demands we smoke, and Ginead here triumphs.
The knight of green meets bubbles of smoke and the two do court so well,
The smoke we bit, Milo the dwarf felt shit, but at Hoops he was a hit, especially being that none of us could understand it, the previous champions brows did knit, and Milo took home some sweet board game kit.
For trials of strength, we Darites smashed pots at a distance! No clay shall stand against the ranged might of Gineads javelins! Indeed, friend Varis back home would probably like to hear how succesful Ginead was. This bit came off my own meter here for a second, but you know what, Aurelia? Sometimes it rains on a summers day.
And that is good for the grass.
And I bloody well love grass.
You know who doesn't love grass? Sahaugin! Sawaygen? Segway, again! Say who again? Not you again, said the merfolk and triton, captured this vile beast who had slain their people. Locked up in cage and fighting for its freedom, the merfolk allowed us to step in and aid with the application of justice, with a strong fist.
Luckily, really, as the Sahaugin had four, and whats more, a fast claw. Pieni summoned an ancient beast with a vast maw, Heret found himself hunted across the arena floor, Zig blasted with rancor, Milo seared the beasts paw, Mystigon powered us with magical succour, and I among all this traded the beast with gore.
Yea, the aquatic arena did run dark with our blood, his blows like a flood, my armour and devotion a dam, battered and rolled like a shore dwelling clam.
Taking a stand and planting my feet, 'gainst scaly limbs, justice I did mete.
Trident versus sword! His river of blows I did ford! Snarling maw an unholy accord! One of our deaths was absolutely assured!
The light or my companions or both did prove Good and Great that day, and yea, the beast we did slay.
Rapturous cheers rent the air! Our fists held aloft for the crowd to stare!
Armour slick with blood; it felt good.
Thus, our tale cometh to an end, my detail-seeking friend.
Knoweth that among the sea-dwelling, dolphin riding, jellyfish farming folk that are 'neath the waves, a bargain has been struck for sponsoring braves, for storm giants too ventured to those wet caves.
A race upon giant seahorse, an exciting final course, storm giants felt a touch of remorse, as they backed the wrong competitor. A new lead hunter blesses that fishy pack now, an old canny hack, or at least Captain, and how!
We established good terms with Zeyschel. Heret did bestow a gift that went down well. Trade, military and religeon are the bells that do knell, throughout the city that is under the waves.
And so, farewell. Send us on another job, not only if it pays well, but just to see these fine gilled folk, they said they must hunt giant octopi, and these with my sword I would poke.
Ginead the Green
Behold, young lady, ye with the golden hair,
For we six Darites have a tale to make you gasp and stare!
Two thousand leagues 'neath the waves did dolphins drag us down,
And yea, though our sleek and powerful mounts were mischeivous and slipp' ry,
We rode them nontheless to a great underwater city!
The tritons there had culture fine and many aquatic beasts abound;
Egad; A porpoise! Forsooth; giant crab! Eels! Cray! And more!
Fine blue folk with locks of green, did arrange for us a feast,
Know the food? You ask of me, and I reply: Nay. But, my hunger great and manners greater; I shall eat it anyway!
Huzzah! Triton custom demands we smoke, and Ginead here triumphs.
The knight of green meets bubbles of smoke and the two do court so well,
The smoke we bit, Milo the dwarf felt shit, but at Hoops he was a hit, especially being that none of us could understand it, the previous champions brows did knit, and Milo took home some sweet board game kit.
For trials of strength, we Darites smashed pots at a distance! No clay shall stand against the ranged might of Gineads javelins! Indeed, friend Varis back home would probably like to hear how succesful Ginead was. This bit came off my own meter here for a second, but you know what, Aurelia? Sometimes it rains on a summers day.
And that is good for the grass.
And I bloody well love grass.
You know who doesn't love grass? Sahaugin! Sawaygen? Segway, again! Say who again? Not you again, said the merfolk and triton, captured this vile beast who had slain their people. Locked up in cage and fighting for its freedom, the merfolk allowed us to step in and aid with the application of justice, with a strong fist.
Luckily, really, as the Sahaugin had four, and whats more, a fast claw. Pieni summoned an ancient beast with a vast maw, Heret found himself hunted across the arena floor, Zig blasted with rancor, Milo seared the beasts paw, Mystigon powered us with magical succour, and I among all this traded the beast with gore.
Yea, the aquatic arena did run dark with our blood, his blows like a flood, my armour and devotion a dam, battered and rolled like a shore dwelling clam.
Taking a stand and planting my feet, 'gainst scaly limbs, justice I did mete.
Trident versus sword! His river of blows I did ford! Snarling maw an unholy accord! One of our deaths was absolutely assured!
The light or my companions or both did prove Good and Great that day, and yea, the beast we did slay.
Rapturous cheers rent the air! Our fists held aloft for the crowd to stare!
Armour slick with blood; it felt good.
Thus, our tale cometh to an end, my detail-seeking friend.
Knoweth that among the sea-dwelling, dolphin riding, jellyfish farming folk that are 'neath the waves, a bargain has been struck for sponsoring braves, for storm giants too ventured to those wet caves.
A race upon giant seahorse, an exciting final course, storm giants felt a touch of remorse, as they backed the wrong competitor. A new lead hunter blesses that fishy pack now, an old canny hack, or at least Captain, and how!
We established good terms with Zeyschel. Heret did bestow a gift that went down well. Trade, military and religeon are the bells that do knell, throughout the city that is under the waves.
And so, farewell. Send us on another job, not only if it pays well, but just to see these fine gilled folk, they said they must hunt giant octopi, and these with my sword I would poke.
Ginead the Green
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