Songs sung up and down the coast

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Ladellon
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Songs sung up and down the coast

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Begor has been traveling from Nashkel to the Gate, singing several songs at stops along the way and to the many travelers on the roads.

Two of his latest . . . The Daring Assault of Darren Jacobson and Darren the Blade

The one . . .


Hidden within a vale where voices
Sound then disappear
A fortress rose, midst tow’ring oaks,
Inspiring dread and fear.

T’was rumored that within thugs and
A treasure-guarding fiend
Lay waiting for each hapless trav’ler
Stumbling on the scene.

On day, of late, stout and hardy
Lad with shield and sword
Set forth to breach the sturdy walls
And disperse the evil horde.

When evil’s flarin’
There’s no comparin’
Look out for Darren.
He comes quite unannounced.

Whilst all are glarin’
There’ll be no sparin’
Look out for Darren.
His foes will soon be trounced.

Audaciously, avoiding tact,
The lad strode to his fate,
Struck the door a ringing blow
And shouted through the gate.

“Come out, you dogs,” he boldly roared,
“I’m here to cleanse the land!”
Whatever gods to whom you pray –
They cannot stay my hand.”

And come they did, wild brandishing
Their maces, clubs and dirks.
The lad poised to receive their charge
And wipe away their smirks.

When evil’s flarin’
There’s no comparin’
Look out for Darren.
He comes quite unannounced.

Whilst all are glarin’
There’ll be no sparin’
Look out for Darren.
His foes will soon be trounced.

Mere moments passed and strewn about
Lay countless brigand dead.
Among them stood a seething lad
who slowly raised his head.

Across the courtyard of the ancient,
Crumbling hideaway
Appeared the bandit leader who declared,
“You I now will slay.”

A dreadful beast – an ogre – standing
Ten full feet in height
Rushed lad and both knew this would be
Someone’s final fight.

When evil’s flarin’
There’s no comparin’
Look out for Darren.
He comes quite unannounced.

Whilst all are glarin’
There’ll be no sparin’
Look out for Darren.
His foes will soon be trounced.

Though pressed, the lad soon felled the beast
And castle’s peace restored.
No longer would the travelers fear,
For he was now its lord.

All evil-doers round about, though,
Packed up lairs and fled.
For dreading the lad’s fiery wrath,
They chose the wilds instead.

As for the lad, it’s now the Gate
He wanders day and night
Seeking other dreadful wrongs
That he can set aright.



and the other . . .


The dragon lay upon the ground
While Darren stood unstaid.
He’d slain it in a battle pitched
With just his mighty blade.

Now from within the creature’s cave,
A maiden forward sped
And ran to Darren’s open arms
And kissed his golden head.

“You’re shabby now,” she pointed out,
“all sweaty and unkempt.
I’ll clean you ‘til you smell of rose –
It may take three attempts.”

Darren could scarcely trust his ears –
This woman’s goal was change.
As his reward for freeing her,
His life she’d rearrange.

With dread he searched about the plain
And spotted what he’d need.
He gently set the lass aside
And ran to mount his steed.

He galloped off but swift returned,
Another dragon in tow,
Lead the lass back to her cave
And shouted, “In you go!”

He then turned to the beast in scales
And stated, pleadingly,
“Guard well and let her not escape.
She’ll not be changing me.”
Final PC: Regor the Valorious, the ONLY theatrically-inclined half-orc androgyne wandering ALFA, Artistic Director for Cormanthor Stage Productions, one-time stand up pirate and self-educated barrister of the bar.

Former PC: Begor Nightstrummer, Executive Stage Writer and Assistant Director of Planned Gifts for the Roving Entertainment Group of Ruith

Current PC: Sheshe Little Eels
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