Roving Entertainment Group of Ruith

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Roving Entertainment Group of Ruith

Post by Ladellon »

Heard about the Bright Blade Brandished on an evening:

Nine were conveyed to a land made of ice
Tasked to retrieve a rare, orb-like device
One, as he stepped through the magical gate,
Tripped as it shuttered and then there were eight.

Eight steadfast arrived in a land made of ice
And though she was warned not just once but twice –
We’ll miss that dear rogue for now she’s in heav’n –
She slipped on the edge and now there were sev’n.

Seven, more cautious, in a land made of ice,
All concluding, ‘this is no paradise,’
Ambushed, they were, by three hungry frost ticks.
Of one, they made lunch, and now there were six.

Six found a door, in a land made of ice –
A temple discovered, they moved in a thrice.
They didn’t quite notice – in hopes they’d survive –
The trap that exploded, and then there were five.

Five entered the gloom in the land made of ice,
Careful to follow their map, made precise.
Appeared then a demon; they all did implore,
‘Please spare us.’ He didn’t and now there were four.

Four stalwart seekers in a land made of ice
Forged ever onward as one gave advice,
‘keep your eyes focused, there’s falling debris.’
Impaled by an icicle, now there were three.

Three then came upon, in a land made of ice,
That fortune they’d sought – the orb-like device.
But lightning erupted and death traveled through
The first one to touch it and now there were two.

Two stared at the orb in a land made of ice.
‘It better be worth it, we’ve paid a steep price.’
Orb wrapped in a cloth, they took off at a run.
Swift guardians gave chase, and then there was one.

One’s all that escaped from a land made of ice.
The moral’s complex, but I’ll keep it concise.
If you dare embark on adventurous trails
Make sure the bard lives so he’ll tell your tales.
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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Re: Roving Entertainment Group of Ruith

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You might hear the Dance With Dragons being sung along the Rauvin, just outside the Bright Blade Brandished:


Two dragons were having a night on the town,
By living it up and by burning it down,
One turned to the other and, taking a chance,
Posed, “Have a date yet for the big, formal dance?

The other one sighed as he belched flame about,
“The good ones are taken. I’ll sit this one out.”
Then, dolefully, as o’er the village they flew,
Said, “and I have laundry and homework to do.”

“Nonsense,” said the first, “you don’t need a dozen.
I’ll set you up with my out-of-town cousin.
She’s vulgar, disgusting, and wretchedly green
And perfect for you, if you know what I mean.”

“I guess I’ll accept, though I’m slightly inclined
To flatly refuse for I’m going in blind.”
As both flew toward home, the first shouted out, “Great,
I’ll tell her to stop by your cavern at eight.”

The night of the dance, he had polished his scales
And sharpened the ridges on both of his tails.
But, though he envisioned a fun night ahead,
He couldn’t quite shake off a lingering dread.

Outside a disturbance, a fearsome uproar,
Foretold her arrival beyond the front door.
He ran to discover, his angst to control,
And beamed at her visage for she was a troll!

Her posture was stooped, she had long, grisly nails,
And dragging behind her, she, too, had two tails.
A single, dark brow and severe underbite –
A vision of beauty – t’was love at first sight

Though she had grown out just half of a moustache,
The passion within him grew hot in a flash.
His mouth, with a smile, parted slight – just a crack –
Flames ushering forth, singed the hair on her back.

He stared as she panicked and rolled on the ground
Then, smoking, arose, pounded toward him and frowned.
“We’re finished,” she snarled, tossing a burnt bouquet
Then spun on bare heels and swift rumbled away.

He begged her forgiveness, no, pled with his heart
That they could forget and pursue a fresh start.
Too late, she was gone, and had spurned his desire
For no one had told him: trolls do not like fire!
Last edited by Ladellon on Thu Jun 11, 2020 1:22 am, edited 2 times in total.
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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Becoming a commonplace song in the Bright Blade Brandished, considering the clientele:

Patrolling, I was unfulfilled so I took a sabbatical.
I found the stage and tried my hand at theater, dramatical.
But opportunities to ply my trade were quite sporadical.
So I went to the Dragon Isles to seek a life piratical.

Though you may not see at first glance – I’m really quite the radical.
In truth you’ll never chance upon a fellow so dogmatical
Regarding actions merciless and information nautical.
And so I think I’ve found the perfect job – a life piratical.

I’ll edify the crew with speeches vivid and grammatical –
Inspiring them to vict’ry with my presence charismatical.
Just never mind my quirks – they’re simply idiosyncratical.
It’s time to seize the moment, boys, and start a life piratical

Don’t hesitate to take a leap, my counsel is pragmatical.
Though if employment offered seems a bit too enigmatical
Recall that life, just like the seas, is hardly hydrostatical
Come join with me and you’ll enjoy a rousing life piratical.

In your pursuit of fame and fortune, be naught but fanatical
And legendary bards will mark your deeds in verse ecstatical.
You’ll quickly be a specialist in all things numismatical.
Oh there’s no life – no other life – for me but life piratical.
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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Debuted at the Golden Oak Inn, the Clumsy Young Piper:

A cheerful, young minstrel was ambling along
And, whilst in a crowd, he was piping a song.
He glanced at the sky then knew something was wrong –
He’d tripped on a cask and fell into the throng.

“I meant to do that,” he cried from the earth –
That clumsy young piper who stumbled from birth.
He dusted his clothes and he shook out his hat
And stood as he mumbled, “I meant to do that.”

He next found his way to a droll jubilee
Held out on the wharf where the sailors would be.
While glancing at ships, he thought, “that life’s for me”
Then slipped on the pier and went into the sea.

“I meant to do that,” he cried from the drink -
That clumsy young piper who lived on the brink.
He waded ashore as he kicked at a rat
And shivering, mumbled, “I meant to do that.”

The last he was seen was out on a high bluff
Both singing and dancing – he can’t get enough.
One moment he stood there and then, near the edge,
Apparently tumbling, went over the ledge.

“I meant to do that,” he was heard to exclaim –
That clumsy young piper whose feet were his bane.
He’s likely now flat as a reed-woven mat
And no longer mumbling, “I meant to do that.”
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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Begor sings One Foot in the Boat along the Rauvin River, but you have heard it before, long ago.

I met a lass, when last we docked
Upon the yonder quay
And though I’d loved the sea so long
The lass begged me to stay.

I rushed to find my bosom mates
All drinking ale inside.
I stated my predicament
And this is what they cried . . .

You’ve one foot in the boat, my boy
And one foot on the shore.
Now do you stay or do you go?
Bah, come let’s go explore.

Back to the lass I hurried then
To have another glance –
To hear again that honeyed voice
And share a final dance.

The bosun’s rung the bell, my dear
The time to part is nigh
She held me tight with her embrace
And whispered with a sigh . . .

You’ve one foot in the boat, my dear,
And one foot on the shore.
I plead that you would stay, not go.
Alas, please sail away no more.

I fled the lass and wandered ‘round
And came upon a church
Within a cleric did I glimpse
Engaged in his research.

I pondered on the treach’rous sea
And woman’s false allure
Then sang aloud as I discerned
The path I should secure . . .

I’ve one foot in the boat, my lads,
And one foot on the shore,
But now I’ve found a simpler path . . .
I’m needing one foot more.

Oh, despite the lass, despite the sea
A cautious life convinces me –
To lose all doubt and be set free . . .
I’m needing one . . . foot . . . moooooooore.
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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:hail:

We are not worthy...
12.August.2015: Never forget.
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Rumors of a white dragon on the Rauvin abound. In the crowds along the wharf, you can hear this song ring out . . .

On Rauvin’s southbank, hearsay abounded
Commoners, nobles and knights were astounded
It could not be true – seemed like a child’s wishing –
Someone had spotted a white dragon fishing.

“Used pole and a line,” a dockman contended,
“And that’s not where all of the oddities ended.
It had a lunch basket, took bait from a can,
And, curious thing, was the size of a man.”

“Not so,” then corrected a merchant of glass,
“You’ve far understated the beast’s proper mass.
Though I wouldn’t saddle and ride one, of course,
The dragon, to me, seemed as big as a horse.”

Another cried, “I, overhead, the skies searched
And spied, on the Moonbridge, the great dragon perched
And though I don’t mean your view to disparage
The creature was equal the size of a carriage.”

“As big as a shoppe,” yet another proclaimed
Before many others took turns, unashamed.
“It rose like a ship from the river itself.”
“Much more like a bridge, please examine yourself!”

Unearthing the truth is now quite the hassle.
Last one that I heard - it was big as a castle.
There’s one thing alone that I know I am wishing
That I could have spotted that white dragon fishing.
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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Chauntea’s Admonition

A mounted lord once chanced upon
A woman sowing wheat.
With scorn he cast his eyes on her
And vaulted from his seat.

“Old hag,” he cried and bared his chest,
“For you these wounds I’ve gained
In battling ogres, orcs and gnolls,
Protecting the untrained.”

“While you, in safety, have done naught,
I’ve risked my life each day
Driving pure evil from the land.
Now, what have you to say?”

The woman took the young lord’s hand
And led him to a knoll.
“Behold,” she said, “the trees and grain.
‘Tis Faerun’s very soul.”

The lord, entranced, stood marveling at
The wonders of the world
And, turning, saw no withered hag
But Chauntea unfurled.

Three seeds she placed within his palm –
A flower, grain and tree.
“Your eyes have awakened and
You shall be truly free.”

“Plant oak for strength and rose for peace
And wheat to sustain life.
Renounce your injudicious ways,
Till earth and take a wife.”

The lord obeyed – in fresh tilled fields
His wedding night was spent –
And he lived, pleased with all sixteen
Girls that Chauntea sent.
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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Re: Roving Entertainment Group of Ruith

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He's at it again folks. :D
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Current main: Ky - something

It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
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A catchy new tune, A Mere Understanding, is being sung in the taverns and inns between Silverymoon and Rivermoot.

A seeming tumult woke me from
My long, unnatural slumber.
A rusted sword I wield, and shield -
Though, now just rotting lumber.

I rise from murky shallows and
Attach my severed head.
This intruder would soon be slain
For I was the undead.

Bemoaning my own wretched state,
I fix upon my foe,
Then lurching stiffly, shuffle forth,
Wet, noxious weeds in tow.

With gnashing teeth, I close to maim,
My visage surely dire
Yet unmoved he did calm remain,
Just standing in the mire.

I roar and tear a loosened rib
And pitch it at the fellow
Who with a wave and proffered hand,
Responds with but a “Hello.”

Deep within the Mere of Dead Men?
Did I hear him rightly?
Was he trying to befriend me –
A creature so unsightly?

Collapsing, quite despondent, and
Not knowing where I erred,
I pondered in my fetid pool –
He wasn’t even scared.

“You needn’t be ashamed, old chap,”
He offered with a pat.
“You’re really quite a sight, you see,
Rank, ghastly and all that.”

“But I have been around Fearun,
From Luskan to Skull Crag.
I’ve battled trolls in Evermoor,
In Cormyr – slew a hag.”

“It’s quite a lovely spot you’ve here
Compared to what I’ve seen
And, fearsome though you seem to be,
You don’t come off as mean.”

He turned and voiced a final thought,
Ensuring I could hear,
“You see, most of Fearun scares me so . . .
I holiday in the Mere.”
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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Sung late at night on a full moon as a lark by newly engaged lovers . . .

What I feel like singing mostly
Are songs that are dark and ghostly.
So, gather round while there’s no sun
I think I’d like to sing you one.

This tale begins as these tales do,
Except for just a very few,
With a good couple’s country life
And ending with a murdered wife.

She nagged her man all day and night
And gave him quite a nasty fright.
All this before he rose from bed.
All this before he made her dead.

Now gone, her spirit’s onward living
And firm lectures she’s still giving.
Now husband heeds her more than before
Cause she can pass through walls and floor.

He can’t escape her as he’d thought.
His evil action was for naught.
So now he ponders on his wife
And wishes she were back to life.

At least then she would have to sleep
And he could then through the doors creep,
Hark back to when he’d drink some ale
And he, not her, would moan and wail.
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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A few have heard The Ship to Mikona sung in person, most have just heard bits shared by others.

We gazed into the moonlit skies
And giggled at the kobold’s cries
When tramping through the Silverywood late one summer’s eve.

We carried military goods
And even dragged them through the woods
If we were but together, at least that’s what I believed.

For like great text the end must come
And even though you’re feeling numb
You’ve got to forge ahead though you just really want to heave.

And that’s why . . .

I’m on a ship to Mikona
With a heart that is blown a . . .
part, because my gal has left me for a mage.

Just like this ol’ vessel’s reeling
I’ve an unsteady feeling
That our love is at the end of the page.

She was my finest ever fling,
Felling orcs with every swing,
And downing dwarven ale as if the tap would soon run dry.

We delved together into caves,
Held hands and dug up several graves,
And every time I think of her it makes me want to cry.

For like good text the end has come.
I’ve gone from glee to purest glum.
Yet still I’ve got to forge ahead and hold my chin up high.

And that’s why . . .

I’m on a ship to Mikona
With a heart that is blown a . . .
part, because my gal has left me for a mage.

Just like this ol’ vessel’s reeling
I’ve an unsteady feeling
That our love is at the end of the page.

When I debark what do I hope
Will help this poor, sad minstrel cope
With all the troubles that I’ve seen and give me some support?

Should I, a hermit, then become?
Or drown my sorrows in some rum?
Why heck no! I’m going to look for a new female escort!
Better than the last one, too!

And that’s why . . .

I’m on a ship to Mikona
With a heart that is blown a . . .
Part, because my gal has left me for a mage.

Just like this ol’ vessel’s reeling
I’ve an unsteady feeling
That our love is at the end of the page.


And thank Mielikki

Our love is at the end of the page.

She was ready for commitment. Not me.

Our love is finally and decisively . . .
at the end of the page.
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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If you haven't heard it live while trudging through the Silverwood or on the trail through the Nether Mountains, you soon will . . .

I’ve pondered something many days,
It’s time to just be blunt.
When venturing in unknown lands
Why not the bard out front?

He’s weak, you’ll say, and, truth be told,
He tends to lose his place.
But ere this notion’s flat dismissed,
I plead you’ll hear my case.

Imagine if we stumbled on
What seemed a frightful foe
And they were greeted, not with swords,
But a zany puppet show!

Instead of shouts to, “draw and charge!”
Perhaps we’d join in song
And dance a merry jig or two.
I ask, “what could go wrong?”

The spectacle that they would view,
At first, with a bard ahead –
Not cheerless greys of iron and steel,
But brilliant hues instead.

With saffron hats and pants of teal
And cloaks of laurel green,
They’d be so shocked, they’d not resist
Such an enchanting scene.

So I put forth, again, if we
Wish to avoid affront
When venturing in unknown lands,
Why not the bard out front?
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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A follow up to the original song, this newest version, the Clumsy Young Wizard, is flying up the charts.

A cheerful, young wizard was stirring a brew
And hoping to chance on a major breakthrough.
He stepped in the pot and felt something askew –
The potion exploded and caused a to-do.

“I meant to do that,” he cried from the ground –
That clumsy young wizard who bumbled around.
He dusted his robes and he shook out his hat
And stood as he mumbled, “I meant to do that.”

That cheerful, young wizard was next at the faire,
Exhibiting spells to the attendees there,
When he stumbled backwards and tripped on a chair
And turned a poor peasant into a brown bear

“I meant to do that,” he cried as he fled –
That clumsy young wizard’s repute was widespread.
He ducked down an alley, passing a stray cat,
And all heard his echo, “I meant to do that.”

The cheerful, young wizard, last seen in the fen
Was seeking to best a dragon in its den.
He readied a wand but he stumbled again
And was swallowed whole like ten previous men.

“I meant to do that,” he was heard to exclaim
That clumsy young wizard whose feet were to blame.
In half a ten day he’ll be nothing but scat
And no longer mumbling, “I meant to do that.”
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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Re: Roving Entertainment Group of Ruith

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The Battle of Silverymoon Pass, sung by Begor at various locations within the city's walls.

Great hordes of brutal, savage orcs
Swept down from on the rise
And tried to drive us from the pass
With their atrocious cries.

Our hearts held firm, as did our line
As we prepared to fall.
We’d take a score or more along
With us to Mithral’s Hall.

Our arrows streaked into their ranks
Along with arcane might
And as the beasts began to fall,
We knew we’d win the fight!

With drawn blades we then boldly strode
Into their teeming pack,
Which reeled and wavered in the face
Of our intense attack.

An orcish druid and his dire wolf
Spurred the remaining band
Before they, too, took fatal blows
And died there on the land.

The last orc, from a final stroke
Fell to the valley’s floor.
To our surprise the death toll came
To seven and three score.

Though wounded, all, our mood was light –
We’d quite surpassed our skill.
At Silverymoon Pass the day was won
Through daring and sheer will.
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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