A
Angharad Longbow
Guest
As was the subject of much excited debate, Wispwood traveled to the Cat's Lair Tavern in West Britain last night, in an attempt to introduce some culture to th' denizens of that faded town. It differed a bit from events of yore, but was interesting to all - to adjudge from the comments of the serving staff and those whom had travelled hence to attend.
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Apparently out of his element within the confines of a bustling, crowded city tavern surrounded by hard, cobblestoned streets, Lindi the Savage nonetheless stood fiercely proud with a still, calm courage that radiated from the corner where he awaited the commencement of the eve's Storytelling. When the call was made for tale tellers to come to the fore, he finally stirred from his post, and gave a preamble: I tell story if wish. *coughs* Voice sing song not so good now. Older. *slaps hard abs* Softer. *chuckles* Story from long ago. No write. Hear when young. Many moons past. I tell of Mother and Father. How meet, how court. I tell story of I.
Many moon ago savage wander all lands. War with orc. Who recall? Father of I Ugarit. Ugarit leave Mud People. Leave home go far, past Trinsic. Wander into distant land. Meet there gypsies. Ugarit strong hunter. Seek great prey. He hear of other hunter also seek great prey. Ninevah called by gypsy. Swear take prey first.
Seek he west, to peak of great mountain. There see ancient wyrm Alexandretta! Also see other hunter. Strong savage hunter. When strike Dragon, with whirl she parry. When breath she dodge. But Dragon stronger still. With blow, send her fly. Strike mountain walls. Fallen, Ugarit see how strong she. He leap between she and Alexandretta. He watch her bind wounds, helps he. But too slow he when strikes Dragon. *looks down.* Father say "Fall I that day." I not know believe. *recalls a huge warrior* When wake he far from Dragon. Ninevah carry from battle. Heal, then leave. She go seek dragon once more.
Ugarit then seek for her. Seek upon lands near, seek tracks. Find savage village behind walls. Like city. Speak there, ask for Ninevah. For week he come. Always seek her. Bring gift. Fine deer. Good leathers. Heart of strong enemy to eat. Much good. Very strong magic heart of brave enemy. In end he come speak heart to village chief.
He offer fine price for Ninevah.
Offer whole hand of horses.
Village elder refuse. Say worth far more than so.
Father offer more. Elder refuse again.
Third time Ugarit make offer.
Offer bring three dragons for village. Once again, elder refuse!
*pounds fist against his chest.*
Father swear oath! Ugarit swear come TAKE Ninevah as bride! *grins fiercely*
For whole week Ugarit try sneak into village. But guards atop walls. Guards around walls. One day change paint get into Ninevah house. But meet Aunt Evocah instead! Say he three days healing from spear thrust. *laughs loudly* Then on last day bring friend. Other young brave from home. Spear to spear they fight village. Until father come to Ninevah house. There he sneak in, while friend retreat. Speak secret words he then. To Ninevah speak how she strong. Speak he her skill. Speak of great courage. Speak secret words of man and woman. Ninevah heart move that night. Together they mount and flee village. Together found new savage camp to north. Beyond castle. There live until die. Story end. *pounds chest*
(the Savage's Saga went on to garner the most votes, and thus the prize for the eve)
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Twas quite a difficult act to follow, but nonetheless yours truly submitted two poems for the audience's pleasure: "Pegasus" and "The Scotsman"
Pegasus
Where is the man who will mount the wind?
Where is the man who will fly
From here to the stars in a heartbeat,
Past the pillars that hold up the sky?
For there is a steed of havenly breed
Who longs for the touch of a man.
What you never dared do in your dreams
On the white one, the wild one, you can.
As Pegasus rests upon lightning bolt
He spurns the stars beneath.
At sunset he tramples the day to death
Then rears on the blasted heath.
And yet, he treads on the spider webs
And never bruises a flower
Who circles around the virgin moon
In half of a half an hour.
The milky way is his drinking pool,
His stable the cave of night,
The whole bright sky his grazing
When he puts the stars to flight.
So where is the man who will mount him
And never look back with a sigh?
Where is the man who will joyously ride
When he knows that to fear is to die?
His master must be a man soul-free
Who calls "faster" at every breath
And knowing his mount is immortal,
Rides with a laugh to his death.
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The Scotsman - (This piece was dedicated to th' missing McAndrews)
Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled 'round till he could no longer keep his feet
And he stumbled off into th' grass, to sleep beside the street.
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
And one says to the other wi' a twinkle in her eye,
"See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt!"
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman as quiet as could be
And lifted up his kilt about an inch so that they could see -
And there beheld for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt
Twas nothing more than gods had graced him wi' upon his birth.
They marveled for a moment then one said, "We must be gone;
Let us leave a present for our friend, before we move along"
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow,
Around the bonny star that Scot's kilt did lift to show.
Now the Scotsman woke to Nature's call and stumbled t'wards a tree
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt - and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes:
"Oh lad I don't know where ye've been, but I see ye won first prize!"
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Crystal Rose had two offerings for those gathered; a reprise of "A Lawyer's Delight" (thus dubbed by the Estimable Hoffs) and the following ballad:
UPON A WEDDING, by Sir John Suckling
I TELL thee, ****, where I have been ;
Where I the rarest things have seen,
O, things without compare !
Such sights again cannot be found
In any place on English ground,
Be it at wake or fair.
At Charing Cross, hard by the way
Where we (thou know'st) do sell our hay,
There is a house with stairs
And there did I see coming down
Such folks as are not in our town,
Vorty at least, in pairs.
Amongst the rest, one pest'lent fine
(His beard no bigger though than thine)
Walkt on before the rest
Our landlord looks like nothing to him
The King (God bless him !) 'twould undo him,
Should he go still so drest.
At Course-a-Park, without all doubt,
He should have first been taken out
By all the maids i' th' town
Though lusty Roger there had been,
Or little George upon the Green,
Or Vincent of the Crown.
But wot you what ? the youth was going
To make an end of all his wooing ;
The parson for him staid
Yet by his leave (for all his haste)
He did not so much wish all past
(Perchance) as did the maid.
The maidand thereby hangs a tale
For such a maid no Whitson-ale
Could ever yet produce
No grape, that's kindly ripe, could be
So round, so plump, so soft as she,
Nor half so full of juice
Her finger was so small, the ring
Would not stay on, which they did bring
It was too wide a peck
And to say truth (for out it must)
It lookt like a great collar (just)
About our young colt's neck.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they fear'd the light
But O, she dances such a way !
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.
He would have kist her once or twice
But she would not, she was so nice,
She would not do 't in sight
And then she lookt as who should say,
I will do what I list to-day,
And you shall do 't at night.'
Her cheeks so rare a white was on,
No daisy makes comparison
(Who sees them is undone)
For streaks of red were mingled there,
Such as are on a Katherne pear
(The side that's next the sun).
Her lips were red ; and one was thin
Compar'd to that was next her chin
(Some bee had stung it newly)
But, ****, her eyes so guard her face,
I durst no more upon them gaze
Than on the sun in July.
Her mouth so small, when she does speak,
Thou 'dst swear her teeth her words did break,
That they might passage get
But she so handled still the matter,
They came as good as ours, or better,
And are not spent a whit.
If wishing should be any sin,
The parson himself had guilty been
(She lookt that day so purely)
And, did the youth so oft the feat
At night, as some did in conceit,
It would have spoil'd him surely.
Just in the nick the cook knockt thrice,
And all the...will be continued next Tuesday
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Apparently out of his element within the confines of a bustling, crowded city tavern surrounded by hard, cobblestoned streets, Lindi the Savage nonetheless stood fiercely proud with a still, calm courage that radiated from the corner where he awaited the commencement of the eve's Storytelling. When the call was made for tale tellers to come to the fore, he finally stirred from his post, and gave a preamble: I tell story if wish. *coughs* Voice sing song not so good now. Older. *slaps hard abs* Softer. *chuckles* Story from long ago. No write. Hear when young. Many moons past. I tell of Mother and Father. How meet, how court. I tell story of I.
Many moon ago savage wander all lands. War with orc. Who recall? Father of I Ugarit. Ugarit leave Mud People. Leave home go far, past Trinsic. Wander into distant land. Meet there gypsies. Ugarit strong hunter. Seek great prey. He hear of other hunter also seek great prey. Ninevah called by gypsy. Swear take prey first.
Seek he west, to peak of great mountain. There see ancient wyrm Alexandretta! Also see other hunter. Strong savage hunter. When strike Dragon, with whirl she parry. When breath she dodge. But Dragon stronger still. With blow, send her fly. Strike mountain walls. Fallen, Ugarit see how strong she. He leap between she and Alexandretta. He watch her bind wounds, helps he. But too slow he when strikes Dragon. *looks down.* Father say "Fall I that day." I not know believe. *recalls a huge warrior* When wake he far from Dragon. Ninevah carry from battle. Heal, then leave. She go seek dragon once more.
Ugarit then seek for her. Seek upon lands near, seek tracks. Find savage village behind walls. Like city. Speak there, ask for Ninevah. For week he come. Always seek her. Bring gift. Fine deer. Good leathers. Heart of strong enemy to eat. Much good. Very strong magic heart of brave enemy. In end he come speak heart to village chief.
He offer fine price for Ninevah.
Offer whole hand of horses.
Village elder refuse. Say worth far more than so.
Father offer more. Elder refuse again.
Third time Ugarit make offer.
Offer bring three dragons for village. Once again, elder refuse!
*pounds fist against his chest.*
Father swear oath! Ugarit swear come TAKE Ninevah as bride! *grins fiercely*
For whole week Ugarit try sneak into village. But guards atop walls. Guards around walls. One day change paint get into Ninevah house. But meet Aunt Evocah instead! Say he three days healing from spear thrust. *laughs loudly* Then on last day bring friend. Other young brave from home. Spear to spear they fight village. Until father come to Ninevah house. There he sneak in, while friend retreat. Speak secret words he then. To Ninevah speak how she strong. Speak he her skill. Speak of great courage. Speak secret words of man and woman. Ninevah heart move that night. Together they mount and flee village. Together found new savage camp to north. Beyond castle. There live until die. Story end. *pounds chest*
(the Savage's Saga went on to garner the most votes, and thus the prize for the eve)
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Twas quite a difficult act to follow, but nonetheless yours truly submitted two poems for the audience's pleasure: "Pegasus" and "The Scotsman"
Pegasus
Where is the man who will mount the wind?
Where is the man who will fly
From here to the stars in a heartbeat,
Past the pillars that hold up the sky?
For there is a steed of havenly breed
Who longs for the touch of a man.
What you never dared do in your dreams
On the white one, the wild one, you can.
As Pegasus rests upon lightning bolt
He spurns the stars beneath.
At sunset he tramples the day to death
Then rears on the blasted heath.
And yet, he treads on the spider webs
And never bruises a flower
Who circles around the virgin moon
In half of a half an hour.
The milky way is his drinking pool,
His stable the cave of night,
The whole bright sky his grazing
When he puts the stars to flight.
So where is the man who will mount him
And never look back with a sigh?
Where is the man who will joyously ride
When he knows that to fear is to die?
His master must be a man soul-free
Who calls "faster" at every breath
And knowing his mount is immortal,
Rides with a laugh to his death.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Scotsman - (This piece was dedicated to th' missing McAndrews)
Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled 'round till he could no longer keep his feet
And he stumbled off into th' grass, to sleep beside the street.
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
And one says to the other wi' a twinkle in her eye,
"See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt!"
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman as quiet as could be
And lifted up his kilt about an inch so that they could see -
And there beheld for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt
Twas nothing more than gods had graced him wi' upon his birth.
They marveled for a moment then one said, "We must be gone;
Let us leave a present for our friend, before we move along"
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow,
Around the bonny star that Scot's kilt did lift to show.
Now the Scotsman woke to Nature's call and stumbled t'wards a tree
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt - and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes:
"Oh lad I don't know where ye've been, but I see ye won first prize!"
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Crystal Rose had two offerings for those gathered; a reprise of "A Lawyer's Delight" (thus dubbed by the Estimable Hoffs) and the following ballad:
UPON A WEDDING, by Sir John Suckling
I TELL thee, ****, where I have been ;
Where I the rarest things have seen,
O, things without compare !
Such sights again cannot be found
In any place on English ground,
Be it at wake or fair.
At Charing Cross, hard by the way
Where we (thou know'st) do sell our hay,
There is a house with stairs
And there did I see coming down
Such folks as are not in our town,
Vorty at least, in pairs.
Amongst the rest, one pest'lent fine
(His beard no bigger though than thine)
Walkt on before the rest
Our landlord looks like nothing to him
The King (God bless him !) 'twould undo him,
Should he go still so drest.
At Course-a-Park, without all doubt,
He should have first been taken out
By all the maids i' th' town
Though lusty Roger there had been,
Or little George upon the Green,
Or Vincent of the Crown.
But wot you what ? the youth was going
To make an end of all his wooing ;
The parson for him staid
Yet by his leave (for all his haste)
He did not so much wish all past
(Perchance) as did the maid.
The maidand thereby hangs a tale
For such a maid no Whitson-ale
Could ever yet produce
No grape, that's kindly ripe, could be
So round, so plump, so soft as she,
Nor half so full of juice
Her finger was so small, the ring
Would not stay on, which they did bring
It was too wide a peck
And to say truth (for out it must)
It lookt like a great collar (just)
About our young colt's neck.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they fear'd the light
But O, she dances such a way !
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.
He would have kist her once or twice
But she would not, she was so nice,
She would not do 't in sight
And then she lookt as who should say,
I will do what I list to-day,
And you shall do 't at night.'
Her cheeks so rare a white was on,
No daisy makes comparison
(Who sees them is undone)
For streaks of red were mingled there,
Such as are on a Katherne pear
(The side that's next the sun).
Her lips were red ; and one was thin
Compar'd to that was next her chin
(Some bee had stung it newly)
But, ****, her eyes so guard her face,
I durst no more upon them gaze
Than on the sun in July.
Her mouth so small, when she does speak,
Thou 'dst swear her teeth her words did break,
That they might passage get
But she so handled still the matter,
They came as good as ours, or better,
And are not spent a whit.
If wishing should be any sin,
The parson himself had guilty been
(She lookt that day so purely)
And, did the youth so oft the feat
At night, as some did in conceit,
It would have spoil'd him surely.
Just in the nick the cook knockt thrice,
And all the...will be continued next Tuesday
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