"Songs and stories from the Bardic Competition"

[Inwintersshadow]

*lights his pipe and puffs on it calmly*

*pulls a mouthful of smoke from a pipe*

*Mutters a bit and makes wave of his hands through the pipe smoke forming illusions of the story as he tells it*

This here story be known as “The White Calf”.

*Eyes twinkle as he puffs on his pipe – removes it from his mouth and begins...*


A farmer and his son were walking the fields between Ashabenford and Peldan's Helm looking for a white calf that had gotten away from them during the spring herding.

The sweetest thing ye ever did see it was, with big innocent eyes and not a speck of color on her - like a glowing piece of Selune herself she was come down to Toril to delight the eye of any who saw her.

Ach, the wee thing's little moo would break your heart to hear it when it cried out for its mother.

Well anyways, these two were searching for this treasure when the sky opened up and began ta raining buckets upon them!

Soaked to the skin they sheltered themselves in a dry barn cozy as could be, the father cautioning his son to be quiet like a mouse. As they'd not permission from the owner to use his barn and if he heard them might conceive them as vagrants and forcibly eject them from the property.

After they had settled themselves down for the night in the straw and all; there was the stealthy sound of the barn door opening whence came a noise of feminine giggling and deep throaty laughter – a man's voice. Putting his finger to his lips the father motioned for his son to stay quiet; wide-eyed the boy nodded nervously.

The sound of kissing and hastily discarded clothing near their hiding place filled the silence....

Quietly the man 'midst his partner's urgent sighs rejoiced upon her naked beauty “Goddess, I can see the whole world – and what beautiful fields she has!”

Overjoyed, the young boy yelled out: “Do ye see our white calf then sir?”

*winks and puffs his pipe eyes twinkling with mischief* so ended a promising evening...

[Mizbiz]

I will stand forever firm
Upon two feet, upon ground
In praise of the Crescent Moon,
Husband of Our Mother Earth
Illumination.

I will forever raise my arms
Towards the sky
In praise of the Crescent Moon,
The silver One
Hope.

I will chant forever His names
My voice full of joy
In praise of the Crescent Moon,
The radiant One
Inspiration.

I will live forever in His light
Soaking my core with truth
In praise of the Crescent Moon,
The awe of my eyes
The secrets of my soul.

[Misty]

‘I won’t abandon you’
He seemed so sincere,
Perhaps he meant it then,
But no more now or here.

Friendship’s beginning,
And Love’s first flower,
Naught but a memory,
Embittered and sour

At those who hated,
Defiled and despised,
Our pure affection,
They that devised

Schemes upon plans
To tear us apart,
With lies and deceits,
Wounding our heart.

Success they found,
For he died swift,
Abandoned again,
But for this one gift

A new friend takes
Wounded heart in hand,
Showing me again
How love is grand.

No more am I
Frightened and alone.
Together, my dear
We walk unknown.

[wvincenti]

*applauds, throws roses on to the stage*

[PensivesWetness]

I'm not a performer... (11Oct07 13:52 PM Local)

i'm not a performer. I'm Not A Performer . I'M NOT A PERFORMER! I'M NOT A PERFORMER! I'M NOT A PERFORMER! I'M NOT A PERFORMER!

*She winced as she awoken under shade. Her weary and blood shot eyes looked around, tried to figure out where she was. It took a few moments for her to reconise the south wall of the Ashabenford Arms Inn. It took not much longer for her to remember what she did last night.

'oi, vai. Gods i hope i wasn't a complete drunken fool...' (You were, Darlin'!) She scowled and then gasped. her hands rifled to her safe place, finding that well worn, water logged envulope were she left it. She sighed of relief. 'still can't believe i did that....' (Yes, you did, Nyca Darling. You might be a poor deliveror of Dwarvish mail but you can get a laugh out of it...)