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Bad business – knightly kind be fallen – some Ser Gui de Neuham – one deys showin big ups fer findin diss one id wager – I chose ta elp find im come highwater hell an see to it e finds a peaceful rest fer it be devils work e be shambling about if thet be es fate – I wunt ave it – rewards I be taken sur as sur but more important be e rested right – all hands up about it too

ppears I found a few kinsmen as o late – couple fine warriors they be aye tru as tru –

Dori Blackhammer – fine kinsman e be master Blackhammer – swell arm on e too aye – damn good ta meet im – good on tha trails too – trackin an sniffin out them that be stalkin – I should ope I does im well nuff e be by me side da day I enters Felbarr – if e back me honor on thet road them lore trainers mayhaps give me tha nod ta start tha ancient trainin someday if me blessins hold fast

Thoradin Runestone – eavy devout cousin o tha Soulforger e be – blessed am I ta make es company I neer be false in sayin it – years unner es belt mebbe twice my own – a wise kin I be taken eed to for good – got me a thumpin skull toss e do thou – all worries an pains o tha noggin e gots – dreams o tha patrons got im all scuffleheaded bout es destinee – beggin I be doin whot any kin o mine be spectin I does – should e fall I be swearin an makin sur as sur e finally restin wit ours kin – sur as fuckin sur dat be me own vows same same – so I give im me honored word ta carry im ta the lands o he and I’s kin ifn he fell – mayhaps we ad juss a few too many nips o fadders flask thou – I be seekin anudder spit-think wit im gain soon I hopes


Trails led a crew o me fellows, Lorre, Vugar, Dori an a new frisky lookin lass ta be following tha trail o a stalker tween High Old and tha Moot – got me a tad spookd if truth be told – liken e be maggickd away from me orbs ta see’im – bad business – lead us to an ambush I neer seen since I dropped boot on Moot soil – Gnolls –

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one big fucker too be usin a fine axe only da bess blademakers cen forge – gots me wunderin ifn dem Gnolls mebbe be smarten than I spected – er werse – they mebbe gettin elp from dems dat are nay Gnollish – evil long leggers mayhaps? I dunno

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Few lassies werth memberin ifn I was interested in em – which I ent o course –

Elspeth – pretty young ting diss – young an skittery like a spooked cat at bess – brave nuff ta wander bout wit me lads n I thou gotta give er dat – carries erself well enough in a scuffle sportin a fine suit of chains an a spike-skull-basher – talks high n mighty liken dems from da long legger big cities – not be from da Gems thou – seems a tad hot n heavy fer da fellows thou – I bess keep me distance she bound ta fall in love wit me sooner er laters – wunt be long Lorre be dousin dat fire id wager

Malraven – busy body kinsdwarf lady o High Old – job given – took a liken ta Dori or I methinks – but she beese lucky ifn er teeth lastin nudder month I’d wager – old as da hills demselves diss one – good wit jobs thou – but all about High Old dassit – I be needin ta work wit er gain soon nuff

Lili – Lili Ogden she be sayin she was – devout o Selune - now dat be mush a needin ting in tha Moot dese days – lovely lass too aye easier den oven-sent pumpkin pie on de orbs diss one – granted Thoradin an I blessins o tha patron afor we eadin out ta down orc-bloods – good on er – fer dem o tha Moot I opes she be round til da deaders be done wit – I fears we all be needin er soon nuff



Muss amember – I be owin eight-tens gold each ta me crew nex time I sees em – Lorre, Vugar, Dori an Elspeth – dat be a least tree hunnerd in full ifn me addin be spot on eight-tens by four – yep tree hunnerd



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finally met me kin hup Felbarr Citadel – solid bunch o lads – weather be juss perfec like me ol ome back long tha ice walls of Vaasa – hills igher than tha orbs can spy an basserd gnoll runt an ogre about fer a hoot an a half bit o fun too in da crags – I beese trottin up yonder gain soon as now I knows da way – start me elpin out an opefully me trainin make granfadder ress peaceful unner es restin rock

few freshys round da Moot aidin da causes gainst dem deaders tha week..

Seam – elfin lad – stick shootin scout runner – sneaky fucker no fears dere – talky too not like Torae nar nae no way bit different but same same – good on im ta be cceptin an old dwarf like me in es company bin a few gone de odder way but e be awright

Lunette – shorty young pup hobbit folk – pretty as a spring spud – spoutin er bein a rogue out loud thou – bess keep two orbs on she er I wakes up beardless – she bin knowin Torae might well too seemin e be quite da travler bin all round da realm im – diss one be might elpful I sposin on trots inta tha hills an I be tellin tru as tru it be good on me finally be someone round shorter dan me - fuck

Tagnar Krenk – stout kinsman be meetin up nort good on im tru as tru – be lookin ahead ta have a spit an yarn wit im sooner den late an an ale er tree – mebbe e come wit me nex time I eads Nort ta Felbarr more kin backin me when I pproaches da massers o trainin in Defendin da better – mebbe hopes im, Dori, Thoradin, dem brodders mebbe Malraven ifn she honorin me cause affer elpin out round High Old come too -


good business – appenin round da Moot o late – comrade in arms; Aofel, young whipper joint da militia gone lost – good crew takin da charge ta pick im up safe an sound fer es mudder – Kalas – Olin – Seam - Vugar come late methinkin – Lessa – crew was tough as nails I ad ta back up seekin diss new arsehole captain come in ta tha Moot but nae elpin wit tha cause o dem deaders – we beese questing fer no reward on account o good willin it be startin but nay nar not in me noggin bouncin idears bout tha endin when I gets back – dat young Lessa got me all a tizzy once agin – all statin she wishin nar recompense fer savin tha lad but me own orbs spyin she taked a maggicks jewel from es mudder when tha kid be ome safe – got me noggin thumpin a bit biggun diss time – ah well I wundnt dere – she gots rites ta be changing er noggins sur as sur - ...women.


got me a workshop fer ta finish me shield o tha stag beetle shell – might right feller in tha Moot takin a respectin o me fer a few coin ta be watchin es shop an workin es smithin tools –

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...bout alf finishd I is on er an e tells me me work be finer qualitee den most e seen firss try – seein as dat basserd beetle damn near ended me wudnt fer Torae I be amemberin dat day carryin es shell defendin meself wit it – sumone sed dass ‘irony’ but fuckd ifn I knows what dat is – fine lad e be I be watchin es shop ifn e needs me when e be needin a shit id wager er a drink or bite ta eats



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dwarven chantins ~ Willjo Tane

Tha Road Ta Felbarr

Gadder ye trappins, packs n blades
Strap em on tight, an ye bess be’aves
We be eadin Nort, upon diss trail
Fer fuck sakes nae forget me ale!

Ferget tha horses, nae nar need
Trottin day long, ye bess take heed
Ogres n Orks, Runts n Trolls
But most of all dem fuckin Gnolls


Boots on stones
Wind cold an tru
Tha road ta Felbarr
Oi’ll follow you


“Frozen stiff!” long leggers cry
Complaints can’t breathe deys up so high
Blistered toes, they shout an wail
Nex time leave em ome. Epic fail.

Me kinsmen all, stout an tru
Nar worries heard, from me nar you
Spittin yarns, tall tales maybe
Tank you I seen not one damn tree!


Boots on stones
Wind cold an tru
Tha road ta Felbarr
Oi’ll follow you


Tha Citadel, upon tha hill
Tis nae tha weather dat give me chill
A hearty wail come out “Well met!”
“Come in lads! Get yer whistle wet!”

Tha ales do pour, ten tankards full
More yarns ta spit, most o dem bull
We looks about, fills up our sack
With one big shout: “LESS GO BACK!”


Boots on stones
Wind cold an tru
Tha road ta Felbarr
Oi’ll follow you


“We’ll miss ye lads! Nar make a fuss!”
Each kinsmen gets a hug from us
Back on da path, we moans n grunts
“If wese lucky we’ll see some runts!”

Ome be grand, an Felbarr best,
We loves dem both but ere be de test,
When we finely rests our load,
We tinks we radder be on da road!


Boots on stones
Wind cold an tru
Tha road ta Felbarr
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bein dead as of late - some dem long leggers says dass a ‘pun’ but I nae knows what da fuck dat means – militia lads be wonderin too – spent a fortnight on watch in tha Moot – tha bridge – tha gate – tha mausoleum – een patrols o da hills an across dat fuckin river makin sur ifn any crawls from dat death trap cavern I swats dem down too – but – juss so fuckin quiet – worries me ead in like non odder I gots no fears ta be tellin sur as sur

deaders nay walkin aboot –

comrades all ganne wanderin someres else too –

nae be sur whot ta be at dese days –

bess kind me werk thou – me new smack-blocker be damn nears done now – workshop lad be respectin me firss job all good – light as a feather too diss one – I be lookin ta werk more smack-blockers someday – be me speciality id wager – long leggers respectin dawrven-make – an id wager since I bese a dwarf – mebbe some dem be interested in me werk someday –

“Willjo Tane: Dwarven Shield Master” – gots a tad ring ta dat if’n I sez so meself – mayhaps when I beese nae thwartin deaders er trottin about I makin meself busy at werk makin igh qualitee smack-blockers

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avent seen hide nor hair o Vugar Kalas Lessa Lorre Seam Daphne ZipZap Hebog Ashaben Elspeth Lili Lunette - nor me kinsmen all but be trekin Nort I spose – Torae be round tha odd day er night but it take me a hunnerd more year ta know whot dem Elfins be thinkin – fairies – dinna know an ale from pig piss dems drink grapejuice all day long – neer een seen dem youngsters oo late come fer dems fortunes killin da dead – diss gots me noggin all up in a tizzy sur as sur – fraid dems newbies be shambling demselves mebbe by now – gone fer a trot an deaders scratchin em down – I should be wanderin meself ta find da dumb fuckers – but nay compatriots round ta watch me back – I be as soft in da noggin as a stump id wager but I ent THA soft – ta be wanderin too far all on da lonesome be juss stunned – 143 circles o winters I walks dese boots round an tha worss ting ye can do is be too anxious ta be marchin inta death

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Sarges be smiling my way sometimes – respectin me elp on da gate – cen neer get too much – fraid da source o dem deaders mebbe savin up fer a grand swarm Id wager – bad business – when it appens I be readies – trainin up well dese weeks – watchin da trails – skinning coneys an de odd wolf er boar – good eatin – on da lonesome it be portant I learns dem trails – feets o me quarry – ow ta survive ifn trapped unner ground an gots no ales


few more long leggers aboot, one er two shorties too…

Vodoc – nippy lil fella hobbit – busy as a bee diss one come inspectin me werk in da shop dinna know too much off im thou fer little fellers dey juss cent be stopping dere feets a trottin – bit dirty – mebbe savage type down from some hole in da hills I spectin

Half-blood – nudder one – fuck sakes seems be more den kinsmen dese long legged fuckers – nae spitting es name-werd ta me thou juss like dem odders trottin round fer fame en fortunes galore – Militia lad sed es name be “GRAHNKK” – what the fu--- ok den Grahnkk it be – sound same as tha lass tree or four wanderin throu da Moot – deys all dead – e be dead too soon id wager


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fukin boats – cenna git me noggin round em – hates em like arse boils – but nar nae no ways aboot ta git round when a trot be too far

Baldurs Gate – busy place – seemin bit like da Gems – lots ta do fer werkin ifn ye favors a trot – long leggers awways needin sumpthin here er dere – buyin diss – swappin dat – smack about diss – smack about dat – dey looses lots o stuff – more den alf o dem long leggers is as stunned as me arse but ifn dey wanna pass me coin fer it ill be trottin summore

collectin supplies fer a trek ta me kinsmen gain soon – pickin up a gift fer dat workshop lad back in da Moot too – fancy wearin cloak fer im from up along - special made fer hagglin an lookin better den ye really is - e like dat id wager -

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good lad – letting me mess-up da shop ta be fashionin me smack blockers – few days in da Gate an back gain finish me smack blocker – train up a bit – I gots me noggin all lined up fer trackin – killin deaders so’mush I cen spot em bess kind now – easy ta kill deaders now – knowin where ta be smackin em bess kind – ow ta find em – hear em – fuckers – be goods when I eads ta fort-peek huntin dat poor sod knightly feller loss up dere somwheres – nae nar comrades ta back me up so I be goin on me lonesome – cen only truss meself anyways sur as sur


Few ales bout time – Blade n Stars good spot – Elfsong got spookers about it – bad business in dere



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dwarven chantins ~ Willjo Tane

Floatin Shit Box

Fer da sweet bloody fuckin lord!
“Come eryone! Jump aboard!”
We beese late – check yer clocks!
Fer anudder float in a shitty box!

Blow dem horns, climb on fast!
Tie yerself tightly ta da mast!
Why ye’ed want to I dunno!
Long leggers tinks deys at a show!


Up n down, Up n down
Thumpin gainst da docks
Up n down, Up n down
Shitty Floatin box

Up n down, Up n down
Radder catch da pox
Up n down, Up n down
Floatin shitty box


Nar ting da eat, I only wishes!
Only fuckin stinkin fishes!
Fry em boil em stick em in a stew!
Any ale? Nah Fuck you!

Stomach ache, shark attack
Fallin down, broke me back
“Ey dere cappo we dere yet??”
Shut up stumpy nar worth a bet!


Up n down, Up n down
Thumpin gainst da docks
Up n down, Up n down
Shitty Floatin box

Up n down, Up n down
Radder catch da pox
Up n down, Up n down
Floatin shitty box


On da sea, nar ting ta spot
Sometimes too cold, mostly too hot
Nae worry son, almost see land!
Juss kiddin fool lend a hand…

Pull dem ropes! Haul dat chain!
Tie diss up! Nae nar complain!
“We loves da water! La dee da!”
Bess suck it up it still be far!

Cuz nar way odder get where ye goin!
Long trips be needin da horns a blowin!
Radder be rottin tied up in stocks!
Den anudder trip in a floatin shit box!


Up n down, Up n down
Thumpin gainst da docks
Up n down, Up n down
Shitty Floatin box

Up n down, Up n down
Radder catch da pox
Up n down, Up n down
Floatin shitty box



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Loving this stuff!
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new one…

Eowane – tellin me she be known as ‘Lark’ - a sweet one diss day in da Gate – long legger mebbe some elfin blooded nae nar bein sur as sur on diss one – seemin bit soft on da kinsfolk too – wanna knowin ifn I knews any Bloodaxe kin ta be bringin hes bones ta kin – I eard ofn but nar can amember where to I eard of em - odd fish she but all rainbows on tha orbs – pumpkin-potato pie cheery too – mebbe beese sharin a spit wit er gain soon – noggin seems sewn on tight nuff

da Gate be swellin in maggicks ifn ye coinpurse be juss as swoll – nar seen too many smackblockers like I cen fashion wish is good business in my book I be wagerin – mebbe sell me wares laters up ere in da Gate – mebbe not – fuck it

trot meself down ta Beregost too – fine spots ta be hangin me belt mebbe somedays – couple taverns full o ales from all oer da realm – fancyin me some “One Eye” damn no fears ta dat – good brew – an wilds be teamin wit game – now dat me trackin and skinning be perfect – spose a good hunt be in order soon


sleepin unner da stars diss night in Gullykin – feelin good n tall ere – place full chock blocker jam full o shorties – mayhaps stay a spell – bit o mail ta be passin bout – eard need in Nashkel een farder Sout needin bit o werk an I cen be usin tha pennies sur as sur


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bit o bad business up in da Gate diss lass week er so – nae nar not mush toime fer me a spittin scripts ere fer ye mum – werkin on da trot – beregost – friendly arms tavern – ruquel - ulgoths beard – candlekeeps - nashkel – lotta movin an trottin ta git da business done – but good pennies ta be made no fears dere - oh yea – bad business – young miss o da sufferer – ilmater be dat one – dems devouts all but suckin yer ills into demselves diss lot – not all right in da noggin metinks but noble nuff a trade ta be elpin out – mush sufferin ta be taken ere id wager – I seen it meself – been ta ruquel downin centipede swarms unner da town got meself bit all bad – swoll up an stinkin nip in me leg – same fuckin leg as dat fuckin stag beetle bit me in – fucker bad-luck leg dat one - so got me all swoll up an shaky at night – sick – so dat sufferin missus done sucked dat illness outta me right good sur as sur – tol me an Dane bout mush more a sufferin down near dem docks sout o baldurs gate – so we gonna vestigate in case we cen elp out – I beese all grateful fer dat missus oo sucked me illness out inta erself so I be elpin er sur as sur

met me a few new long leggers be trottin trou da Gate…

Dane – stand up mercenaryin type – tight talker – all bout business - damn spot on wit a sticker in both ands diss one – e an I took down an Ogre – rotten fucker affer killin some poor sod long da coast way sout o da friendly arms tavern

Moss – stinkin merc diss one too aye – nae nar much schoolin diss kid bein havin metinks – es vocabulistics aint narly mush good as mine – but not bad wit a sticker

Eowane – sassy pup she be – elpful an devout o da forest mudder – oh ang on – I tol ye bout er awready eh mum? Fuck it – she be right in love wit me id wager – following me round like a loss kitty – dass awright most dem womens ends up lovin me mum – dey likes a dwarf wit meat on dem bones like I gots


down nashkel Eowane n Moss tradin some little statue werth a heavy purse o pennies I seen afor sumthin be like it - i knew she be werth least fi-hunnerd crowns but mayhaps fer sur as sur een twice dat - masser o da tavern sez it be 'Netherese' but i nar nae knows anythin fuckin bout dat - only ting i knows be werth lots - but dem stunned arses gone an sold it ta a marked swindler name o Maren roight in front me fuckin eyes dey sold it - i neer trustin da fool first nor last e offerin us ta clear someplace ruins er some shit - so we goes - da whole way i spittin at im knows it be all wrong all wrong all wrong - bad business scripted all oer diss mission no damn fears about it sur as sur - so diss long legged fucker gits us where e plans an heads fer it while es mates stick shootin us from all ends - i swears on me braided beard ifn i catches im dat dirty stinkin filthy rotten cunt i be taken es ead off - fix dat business up right good one chop - fucker - from now on Eowane n Moss nar be leadin diss crew ifn i be round - dey nar got da gumption ta be leadin a fool


back ta da Moot soon – sposin I be hoppin one dem fuckin shit box floaters back – fuck – but nar juss yet – Gate watch be hired me fer snuffin a spider unner da streets – big basserd dey sez – mebbe Dane elp me out – mebbe get Moss ta get bit stead me - ha!



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dwarven chantins ~ Willjo Tane

Tha Legion

Trou forty fortnights, ‘pon stalwart watch,
Da men o’ da Legion dere be no match.
Weader strong, blowin gales or rain,
Defendin da Moot, weese feel nar pain.

Brodders all, watch each yer backs,
Trou lightning storms an Tunder cracks.
Wails o’ foes come shreekin down,
We ‘olds our ground ne’er be renown.

Marshall calls: “Stand ye ground!”
A better crew I ne’er ‘ave found.
“Defend da gates! Diss be our land!”
We ne’er gave a shit if we seem grand.


Don ye Steels!
Hoist ye Shields!

Guard tha Moot!
We ne’er yields!

Crossbows loaded!
Up early, bed late!

Fer tha love o’ our ‘ome!
We stand tha gate!


Hobbit, Gnome, ‘alf-Orc n Elf,
Ne’er one be carin bout es-self.
“Guard da gates lads! Watch da wharf!
Fuck sakes dey even took a dwarf!”

Fer I be Willjo, proud ta be!
Tha Legion ‘ceptin even me.
Be donnin Steels o’ colors bright,
Showin dem all dat I juss might,

Stand watch beside deese men all brave,
From Gobbo, Runt, Orc, Gnoll and Knave,
Me lifes I swore dem all no harm!
I even likes dat cunt Longarm!


Don ye Steels!
Hoist ye Shields!

Guard tha Moot!
We ne’er yields!

Crossbows loaded!
Up early, bed late!

Fer tha love o our ome!
We stand tha gate!




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few morns since lass I scriptin but good reason aye – me buddy Lark found dead as a granite block longside one wayward an injurd orse be da friendly arms tavern aye – bad bad fuckin business findin sush a sweetapple pie chewd on likka puppys play toy – tracks be sayin wolfs but I neer seen pads as big – mebbe a beast-wolf mayhaps – anyways – she be rested unner er own sleeprock now id wager – Gorm watch er – ad ta put down er mare too – found near by was whot led me ta see er layin dere stiff n cold

i bess promisin meself ta foind dat Maren fucker fer meself but nay nar no good nae more I beese findin im fer Lark – let im knows why too afor I takes ese ead an burns im fer good measure too aye

mayhaps be trottin back ta dat boats da once – needin ta finish me smackblocker back at da Moot an check in wit da sarge id wager – wunnerin ifn dem deaders showd up gain

dassit – bad business in da noggin – no sleep once putting a mate unner da rocks



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