All ye who lie here dead
Rotting, putrid, bags of flesh
Rise and live again instead
Feast upon something new and fresh
The Slayer, here, mighty and true
Accursed, though she may yet be
And Pavel, stalwart of sword
Will rest within the dirt with thee
Louene, colorful, and swollen with power
Also tainted and cursed of limb
And Rhekka, so eager to die
For a reunion with her long-lost friend
Little Pnuma, with gadgets in tow
A gnome small of stature, and smaller repute
And the rest of you, foolhardy
Soon-to-be dead, you headstrong brutes
All ye gathered, thank you for coming
Overjoyed are we to meet you very soon
For with the setting sun, the fog rises
And so begins the Feast of the Moon
The Song of the Dead Bard
- Akivaria
- Orc Champion
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- Joined: Mon Jan 05, 2004 10:36 pm
- Location: Lurking somewhere in between dreaming and waking.
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The Song of the Dead Bard
Current PC: Alora Tuffet-Hopper, foul-mouthed and irreverent bard and Meat, dwarven cleric who likes to punch himself in the face.