Samiyah's Songbook

This is a compilation of songs and performances by Samiyah bint Rasul.

Level 5 Bard Review: A Love Song of the Desert Tribes

The Storytelling Amphitheater
[Exits: west]
You are in a small amphitheater. Several rows of curved marble benches
curl comfortably around a raised dais. The high ceiling and polished
stone walls are shaped to reflect the voice of the speaker at the dais,
letting them be heard throughout the room. An open archway to the west
leads out into a small courtyard.
(Intense Dark Cyan Aura) Boromir is here.
(Intense Dark Blue Aura) Tokugawa is here.

Tokugawa grins happily.

You curtsey to your audience.

Boromir bows deeply.

Tokugawa says, 'break a leg!'.

Boromir grins happily.
Boromir smirks.

Samiyah smiles shyly from behind her veil.

You get a small drum from bag made from Faile hide.
Samiyah tests the surface of the drum, to ensure it is still sound.

You nod at yourself. Are you getting senile?

Samiyah clears her throat, the sound nervous.

You say (in common), 'I would like to sing for you a song of my people.'.
You say (in common), 'It is a courting song .. one that lovers would sing to one another.'.
You say (in common), 'In our way of speaking, lovers call one another 'my life' or 'my soul'. '.
You say (in common), 'You will hear that in this song. '.
You say (in common), 'Most of the songs of my culture have a repeating chorus of a single line'.
You say (in common), 'this song is no different. '.
You say (in common), 'I will sing it for you in Common, that you will understand the words... '.
You say (in common), 'though they won't rhyme in Common, I'm afraid.'.

Tokugawa chuckles, evidently amused.

Samiyah adjusts her veil to ensure it is modestly in place.
Samiyah sits, so she can rest the drum in the crook of her hip and arm.
Samiyah begins lightly drumming, the beat a lively beladi.

Samiyah drums: Doom-Doom-Teka-Tek, Doom-Teka-Tek!

Boromir nods.

Samiyah drums the chorus through twice, her body swaying to the music.

Samiyah sings (in Common), *Ah, ah, love is so sweet!*
Samiyah sings (in Common), *Ah, ah, love is so sweet!*
Samiyah sings (in Common), *With the eyes, or the hands, we started talking. I don’t remember who started talking that day.*

Samiyah slips her hands from the drum for a moment,
Samiyah makes a rolling gracefully gesture with her wrists, her eyes teasing from over the veil.

Samiyah sings (in Common), *But I remember when my eyes landed on you...*

Samiyah's eyes scan the audience for a specific person.

Samiyah sings (in Common), *And in seconds, I found my heart filled with your love...*

Samiyah balances the drum on her knee, lifting the hand that does not maintain the rhythm to clap over her heart, twice, on the beat.

Samiyah sings (in Common), *Ah, ah, love is so sweet!*
Samiyah sings (in Common), *Ah, ah, love is so sweet!*

Samiyah sings (in Common), *I saw you. My heart greeted you. It could do nothing but greet you.*

Samiyah switches hands, clapping her drumming hand over her heart twice, on the beat.

Samiyah sings (in Common), *I embraced your heart, and your eyes said, 'Take me!'*

Samiyah sings (in Common), *I don't know what happened to me. It kept me up all night and I missed dreaming.*

Samiyah glances up, as if at the night sky, her expression wistful.

Samiyah sings (in Common), *Ah, ah, love is so sweet!*
Samiyah sings (in Common), *Ah, ah, love is so sweet!*

Samiyah sings (in Common), *And I found myself telling my soul, 'Don't go away!'*

Samiyah's expression becomes one of longing, and she briefly reaches out with her hand, then returns it to the drum.

Samiyah sings (in Common), *The world laughed for me again and your love filled me.*

Samiyah slides her hand up to her heart, tapping it twice on the beat.

Samiyah sings (in Common), *Ah, ah, love is so sweet!*
Samiyah sings (in Common), *Ah, ah, love is so sweet!*

Samiyah smiles, and drums a quick flourish.
Samiyah rises and curtseys gracefully, her head bent low.

Boromir bows deeply.

You smile happily.

Boromir claps at your performance.
Boromir claps at your performance.
Boromir claps at your performance.

Tokugawa says, 'very nice'.

You say (in common), 'I... um... had to skip a line, because... someone told me the words meant something different in common than they do in my language.'.

Your cheeks are burning.

Samiyah blushes, and checks the position of her veil, to ensure it is modestly in place.

Tokugawa says, 'if that's what you do for a young bard, I look forward to seeing more performances by you.'.

Boromir gossips, 'Gratz Kegu !'.
Kegu gossips (in common), 'thanks!'.

Samiyah smiles brightly at your kind words.

You received Bards' Council approval for level 5 at 2010-08-03 22:05:15.
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Your effective level is 13
Version 4.14 of TFC was compiled on 08/01/10 at 16:30 by Tynian.
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who
7 players.
Hum [ Bard:  10   6   4 ] Samiyah bint Rasul, seeking a Bardic Review
Hel [ Th:29 Ra:30 Ma:30 ] Chalen Lin - Nexican Disaster Mage Extraordinaire
Hum [    Ra: 6 Ma:15    ] Tenko bat'Kael, adopted daughter of Faile *neXus*
Sah [       Cl: 6       ] Kegu, likes pie.
Hum [    Greater God    ] Tokugawa.
Gno [    Lesser  God    ] Lycron, Lord of the Crimson Sun.
Elf [      Demigod      ] Boromir Master of the Nexus - seek your inner Nexus

Level 10 Bard Review: Find The Path

May 24, 2012

The Storytelling Amphitheater
[Exits: west]
You are in a small amphitheater. Several rows of curved marble benches
curl comfortably around a raised dais. The high ceiling and polished
stone walls are shaped to reflect the voice of the speaker at the dais,
letting them be heard throughout the room. An open archway to the west
leads out into a small courtyard.

Samiyah gets a small ceramic drum from a saddlebag.

Samiyah nods, the movement causing her veil-charms to chime.

Samiyah explains, 'Songs in the tradition of my tribe tell stories, and are a way that the children learn what is expected of them.'

Samiyah explains, 'They form the structure of the world, and set you into your place in it. They explain what is right and wrong.'

You are thirsty.

Samiyah explains, 'All of your expectations for life, are set forth in these songs. What may be and what is forever forbidden.'

Samiyah bows her head slightly and says quietly, 'This is my answer to them.'

You say (in common), 'I have tried to craft it in the style that I have heard other bards use, mingled with my own tribe's ways.'.

Natilena smiles happily.

Samiyah sips some water, to prepare.

You are thirsty.

dr skin
You drink water from an antelope hide waterskin.
dr skin
You drink water from an antelope hide waterskin.
You do not feel thirsty.

Samiyah settles her drum on her hip.

Samiyah tests the surface of the drum, to ensure it is still sound.

Samiyah nods, the movement causing her veil-charms to chime.

Samiyah adjusts her veil to ensure it is modestly in place.

Samiyah begins to slowly tap out a plaintive, slow beat.

Samiyah drums: Doom-Doom-Teka-Tek, Doom-Teka-Tek!

Samiyah chants, 'Tribal girls, come close and hear'

Samiyah chants, 'heed my words, the laws you fear'

Shilea stands up.
Aoide stands up.

Aoide makes a complicated-looking gesture.
Aoide fades out of existence.

Samiyah chants, 'Bind your heart and shape your soul'

Samiyah chants, 'Obedience their every goal'

Samiyah chants, 'No dissent and no dismay'

Samiyah chants, 'Tribal law the only way'


Samiyah chants, 'Have no joy nor laughter free'

Samiyah chants, 'Pledged to wed by summer three'

Samiyah chants, 'Eyes cast down, your face to veil'

Samiyah chants, 'Obey the words of any male'

Samiyah chants, 'Woman's task to comfort men'

Samiyah chants, 'Breed an heir - again, again'


Samiyah chants, 'Think to change the way of things?'

Samiyah chants, 'Know what your refusal brings:'

Samiyah chants, 'Speak your thoughts and disobey'

Samiyah chants, 'A wicked lash your flesh to flay'

Samiyah chants, 'Mind your eyes and mind your tone'

Samiyah chants, 'Willful girls are struck by stone'


Samiyah chants, 'Shamen speak the words of rite'

Samiyah chants, 'Women's voices are but blight'

Samiyah chants, 'Men uphold the sacred prayers'

Samiyah chants, 'Chanted loud up into air'

Samiyah chants, 'Sacred words on unclean tongue'

Samiyah chants, 'Has the wrath of spirits won'


Samiyah chants, 'Raise your voice in spell or song?'

Samiyah chants, 'Priests will say is only wrong'

Samiyah chants, 'Cast you out and turn their gaze'

Samiyah chants, 'Until at dawn they end your days'

Samiyah chants, 'Name is struck from tribal sight'

Samiyah chants, 'Your body burned that coming night'


Samiyah chants, 'All the laws and all the ways'

Samiyah chants, 'Ensure that every girl-child stays'

Samiyah chants, 'And does her duty to the tribe'

Samiyah chants, 'and never off to sunset ride'

Samiyah chants, 'She stays and serves and breeds and dies'

Samiyah chants, 'And believes each of shaman's lies'


Samiyah chants, 'But past the dunes of endless sands'

Samiyah chants, 'There are a hundred thousand lands'

Samiyah chants, 'And there your voice in song can lift'

Samiyah chants, 'Without their punishment so swift'

Samiyah chants, 'Your choice to veil or wed or breed'

Samiyah chants, 'Your choice in act and thought and deed'


Samiyah chants, 'I've huddled, weeping in my bed,'

Samiyah chants, 'I've heard the words, 'cast out and dead

Samiyah chants, 'I've been Un-named by tribe and chief'

Samiyah chants, 'Yet here I stand and here I speak'

Samiyah chants, 'The tribal way is old, its true..'

Samiyah chants, '...But find the Path that's true for you.'


Samiyah ends her song with a single last abrupt note on her drum.

Samiyah falls silent, then bows her head, causing her veil-charms to chime.


Aoide shows her approval by clapping her hands together.

Natilena shows her approval by clapping her hands together.

Fayil shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

Cresom is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it.
Cresom shows his approval by clapping his hands together.
Cresom shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

Raage shows his approval by clapping his hands together.


Natilena says, 'Im glad i was not raised in your village, thank you little bard'.

Fayil is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it.

Raage gives you an ice cold Dew.

Aoide nods in recognition to Natilena.

Fayil drops some gold!
Fayil drops some gold!
Fayil drops some gold!
Fayil drops some gold!

Aoide says (in common), 'that was both depressing and brave'.

Orgrim nods in recognition to Natilena.
Orgrim grins evilly.

You say (in common), 'The lands of the desert are... harsh.'.

A Song For Aoide

June 22, 2012

An Underground Cavern
[Exits: up]
The scent of wood smoke fills your nostrils as you glance about the rough-
hewn cavern surrounding you. The roof of the cave glitters with the light from
thousands of precious stones embedded deep within the rough stone, each one
catching and reflecting the light of the enormous bonfire that blazes in the
center of the cavern. Piles of furs dot the walls, some occupied by the
Huntress' minions and others empty but oddly inviting. Strings of skulls, both
animal and human, hang from the ceiling against the eastern wall, clattering
and echoing hollowly as a constant breeze emanates from deep within the
cavern. Tendrils of thorny vines writhe against the northern wall behind the
throne, occasionally offering up a glimpse of the large, black thorns that
guard the black roses the Wyldess adores.
(Invis) (Hide) (Light Red Aura) Aoide is here.
(Intense Light Red Aura) Katrana is here.
(Light Red Aura) Ink is here.
(Light Red Aura) (White Aura) Manatheren, hound of the Hunt, lays beside the Wyldess' throne.

Ink closes the rune-covered trapdoor.

Samiyah looks around, her eyes huge.
Samiyah gulps loudly.

Aoide says (in common), 'oh dear, Sami! What have I done to displease you?'.

You say (in common), 'Nothing at all, Lady Ghost.'.
You say (in common), 'in fact...'.

Manatheren watches your movement closely.

Samiyah clears her throat nervously.

Aoide says (in common), 'and don't fear Manatheran. He is kind to friends'.

Ink kicks Manatheren in the ribs and warns him.

Samiyah folds her hands, interlacing her fingers to still their shaking.
Samiyah composes herself, after one quick, flicker of a glance towards The Ghost.

Samiyah gets a wooden gourd rattle from a saddlebag.

Manatheren curls his lip at the Swish.

Samiyah flicks the rattle in a single deliberate, slow-paced stroke, the grains inside making an almost eerie sound.

Samiyah chants softly, 'Like the wind, she is unseen..'
Samiyah chants softly, 'Her presence noted by its effect on others - '
Samiyah chants softly, 'Their spirits like the branches moved in a breeze'

Samiyah flicks the rattle in a single, deliberate stroke, the grains within barely heard.
Samiyah chants quietly, 'Like a spirit, she is silent..'
Samiyah chants quietly, 'The brightness of her voice stilled,'
Samiyah chants quietly, 'Somber words chosen carefully.'

Samiyah flicks the rattle in a single, deliberate stroke, the grains scraping along the inside of the gourd.
Samiyah chants respectfully, 'Like a priestess, she is devout..'
Samiyah chants respectfully, 'Bound by the Three in sacred ritae,'
Samiyah chants respectfully, 'True knowledge of Self awakening.'

Samiyah flicks the rattle in a single, deliberate stroke, the grains whispering against one another and falling silent.
Samiyah lays a hand across her chest, modestly lowers her eyes, and curtseys.

Katrana says, 'Samiyah, that was lovely'.

Ink attempts to blink but can't... where are his eyelids?!

Aoide nods.
Aoide says (in common), 'it was indeed'.

Samiyah puts the rattle away, and again interlaces her fingers.

Ink claps at your performance.

Katrana says, 'Thank you for that performance.'.

You say (in common), 'I wanted to say thank you for all of your help'.

Aoide says (in common), 'I don't think I've ever had something written about me...'.
Aoide says (in common), 'other than the songs I write about myself'.

A Song For Kylor

-May 27, 2012.

Samiyah sings, 'If you dwell within these lands, you'll know of whom I speak'
Samiyah sings, 'You've seen his feats recorded, and the glory that he seeks'
Samiyah sings, 'He's capable, I'll give him that, he swings a mighty sword'
Samiyah sings, 'It's his tongue that cuts the worst, most often when he's bored'

Samiyah sings, 'When winning glory, he's the first, to tell you that he's best'
Samiyah sings, 'He'll take on any task or quest, pursuing without rest'
Samiyah sings, 'But the prize is not enough to salve his ego king'
Samiyah sings, 'A bard he hired - Whistler by name - his latest deeds to sing'

Samiyah sings, 'But song can cut as much as sword, and Bards can sing the truth'
Samiyah sings, 'When malice prompts his actions, then this song will bring reproof'
Samiyah sings, 'Accounting all his deeds so foul would take a day and night'
Samiyah sings, 'Of speaking swiftly, without pause, with quotes of his to cite'

Samiyah sings, 'But words of that foul nature, it is improper to say'
Samiyah sings, 'For they will earn a silence that will last more than a day'

Portobello chuckles, evidently amused.

Samiyah sings, 'His mouth is like an outhouse, and that cannot be denied'

Violaine raises an eyebrow.

Samiyah sings, 'His targets all who earn his ire, stretching far and wide'

Samiyah sings, 'But it was not his filthy words that earned him this bard's song'
Samiyah sings, 'It was an accusation made, a fact he got plain wrong'
Samiyah sings, 'Accusing slander, without fact, he took upon himself'
Samiyah sings, 'To interfere with this bard, that naughty little elf'

Samiyah sings, 'When corrected, he denied, she must have done that thing!'

Lore throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

Samiyah sings, 'When proof was brought, he still abjured, so now this bard will sing.'

Samiyah sings, 'There's truth in song, that Whistler knew, recording deeds so great'
Samiyah sings, 'But Bards can sing of malice done, an instrument of Fate'
Samiyah sings, 'So sit, enjoy, and listen to this song of his great works'
Samiyah sings, 'For it will hold another truth, and sometimes truth - it hurts.'

Samiyah sings, 'In swaths of blue, he garbs himself, a ninja, he proclaims'
Samiyah sings, 'But it's his deeds, so often cruel, that his blue aura stains'
Samiyah sings, 'Why any god would want a man so often foul and loud'
Samiyah sings, 'Whose unkind words and disrespect swarm 'round him like a cloud'

Samiyah sings, 'He says that all are cheaters that are not one of his friends'
Samiyah sings, 'He mocks immortals in his name, time and time again'

Violaine gasps in astonishment.

Samiyah sings, 'He knows all that goes on inside the homes of other souls'
Samiyah sings, 'Somehow seeing miles away, and hearing thoughts and goals'

Samiyah sings, 'His bravery is plain to see, hidden beneath a tree'
Samiyah sings, 'His meteors a land to strip, their gear obtained for free'
Samiyah sings, 'His summon works with deadly speed, alas, sometimes too well'
Samiyah sings, 'His target not within his range, but still he casts the spell'

Portobello laughs.

Samiyah sings, 'He takes advantage when a bug allows him to see more'
Samiyah sings, 'And cackles loud to mock and jape as if he's keeping score'

Lore laughs.

Violaine snickers softly.

Samiyah sings, 'A +5 girth, he eq swapped, but Nati, she saw all'
Samiyah sings, 'When caught he mocked and laughed aloud, insulting Nati's call.'
Samiyah sings, '"Busted! Straight up! Caught red handed!" all admitted he'
Samiyah sings, '"It's Hunt's mud," he cried but he meant - "Rules don't apply to me!'

Lore throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

Samiyah sings, 'And when he's caught, his flouncing off is epic in its tone'
Samiyah sings, 'Sadly though, he's always back, a dog that needs its bone

Samiyah lays a hand across her chest, modestly lowers her eyes, and curtseys.

Ode To A Mushroom

June 9 2012

'The Kitchen'Bold text
[Exits: west]
Any experienced adventurer can tell you that it isn't always easy to
find food. For new adventurers this task is even more difficult.
Originally this room was built to feed those adventurers who could not
do it for themselves. Dues negotiations with guild members forced
cutbacks in the staff and building maintenance so that all that is left
now is a fountain where you can still get a drink.
A small white fountain gushes forth here.

Samiyah clears her throat.
You say (in common), 'Ode to a Mushroom!'.

You say (in common), 'Lo! Behold the Mushroom!'.

You get a Magic Mushroom from bag made from Samiyah hide.

You say (in common), 'Pungent and flavorful, it is the food of the Gods,'.

You say (in common), 'Springing forth unseeded from earth or stone at clerical whim'.

You say (in common), 'Bringing sustinance and succor to empty bellies the world over'.

You say (in common), 'Hail the shitaki!'.

Samiyah shakes the mushroom, scattering spores everywhere.

You say (in common), 'Lo! Behold its tastiness!'.

You say (in common), 'Stout and meaty, it is favored by many races:'.

You say (in common), 'Coveted by Dwarves, spitted on sticks, roasted, strung on string'.

You say (in common), 'Stolen by Halflings, raised in beds within secret tunnels'.

You say (in common), 'Hail the button!'.

Samiyah gets a string of mushrooms from a bag of Faile hide.
Samiyah pops one into her mouth.

You say (in common), 'Lo! The Mushroom!'.

Shilea looks at Lexie.

You say (in common), 'Divine in its succulence, reknowned for its tastiness'.

You say (in common), 'Known the world round as the savior of the starving'.

You say (in common), 'Yet somehow: Embodied, ambulatory, and kind - '.

You say (in common), 'Hail the Portobello!'.

Samiyah grins.

DarkClaw arrives from the west.

Lexie is so excited that she cheers just for the hell of it.

You say (in common), 'Dedicated to a most kind and generous mushroom, the Hunter Portobello'.

DarkClaw smiles happily.

Shilea is so excited that she cheers just for the hell of it.
Shilea shows her approval by clapping her hands together.
Shilea claps at your performance.
Shilea says (in common), 'Well done!'.

Samiyah blushes, and checks the position of her veil, to ensure it is modestly in place.

Lexie showers you with confetti!
Lexie says (in common), 'good job!'.

You say (in common), 'well. I just wanted to say thank you to him. Wherever he is.'.
You say (in common), 'He's very sneaky, that mushroom'.
You say (in common), 'comes from growing in the dark, I suspect'.
You say (in common), 'here, then gone..'.

Shilea stands up.
Shilea nods.

You say (in common), 'like a fungal ninja.'.

Samiyah nods, the movement causing her veil-charms to chime.

(end log)

A Chant For Avoozl

06-25-12: Samiyah

10 players.
Hum [ Ra:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] Drakar Grimward, J-Crown Champion of the Nashite Mag
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Lexie, Soul Devourer of the Nashite Magi *Teva*
Hum [ Sh:29 Ra:27 Th:25 ] Blackmist Manaba, Headhunter of the Nashite Magi.
Hlf [       Cl:10       ] Fumbln the Bumbln
Hum [ Bard:  17  13  13 ] Samiyah bint Rasul, singer from the sands
Elf [    Lesser  God    ] Boromir, Master of the Nexus
Hel [    Wa:20 Cl:20    ] Melchizedek, holy man and Guard of the Legion
Dwa [     Destroyer     ] Daedalus, Antediluvian Horror of the Nashite Magi*BC*
Ogr [ Wa:30 Tg: 9 Sh:30 ] Avoozl, Soul Torturer of the Nashite Magi  {BOC}
Sah [    Wa:30 Cl:30    ] Uthmar Mal'Havien, War-Cleric of the Nexus.

You tell Avoozl (in common), 'come back?'.

Avoozl arrives from the west.
Avoozl rests.

Avoozl tells you (in common), 'sorry'.
Avoozl tells you (in common), 'ive been mostly afk for last few minutes btw'.

You say (in common), 'Feathers flew, warriors leapt to the fray,'.
You say (in common), 'Quickly slain, to her great dismay'.

You point proudly at yourself.

You say (in common), 'Eyes cast about, who might help?'.

You say (in common), 'Not that human... not that elf.'.

You say (in common), 'The mightiest soul within the land'.

You say (in common), 'Was Avoozl, mighty Ogre man'.

You say (in common), 'When asked for aid, his quick reply:'.

You say (in common), 'Where? and Who? Birds to defy'.

You say (in common), 'In a trice, he was there and back'.

You say (in common), 'And gave her all, with nary a lack'.

You say (in common), 'His title declares a torturer's spite'.

You say (in common), 'But he showed kindness to a bard tonight :)'.

You smile happily.

Avoozl shows his approval by clapping his hands together.
Avoozl says (in common), 'whooot!'.
Avoozl grunts something incomprehensible.

Daedalus grins evilly.

You smile happily.
You say (in common), 'Thank you.'.

Avoozl says (in common), 'thanks for the song!'.

In Praise of Elves

A Commissioned work for Mugen, created and performed on June 27, 2012.

Mugen gives you the Bar of Mastery.

You cheer enthusiastically at the way things are going.
You say (in common), 'thank you so much!!'.

Mugen smiles happily.
Mugen nods.
Mugen looks at you.

You say (in common), 'is there anything I can do in return?'.
You say (in common), 'a song, maybe?'.

Mugen says (in common), 'sure'.
Mugen rests.

You say (in common), 'or a poem?'.
You say (in common), 'on a topic of your choice?'.
You say (in common), 'I can make an original composition for you'.

You wear the Bar of Mastery as a decoration.

Mugen says (in common), 'lets here a poem about the best race, the Elven race'.
Mugen says (in common), 'well'.
Mugen says (in common), 'thats a bit too much'.
Mugen says (in common), 'how about'.
Mugen says (in common), 'how kind the elven people can be'.

You say (in common), 'I could do that...'.

Mugen says (in common), 'but mighty'.

You say (in common), 'give me a few moments. :)'.

Mugen nods.

Samiyah gets out a quill and parchment and begins to write.

Mugen says (in common), 'only thing i can write is mad libs or whatever is called'.
Mugen throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

You giggle.

Samiyah continues writing quickly.

Samiyah bites the end of the feather, and works on the last few lines.

Wadworth tells you (in common), 'exp you ask'd me the other night if you have time i am in'.

You tell Wadworth (in common), 'that would be great! I'm just finishing up a song, and will be ready!'.

Wadworth tells you (in common), 'nice ok let me know '.

You say (in common), 'Ready, Mugen?'.
You say (in common), 'I have your song :)'.

Mugen nods.

Fayil snickers softly.
Fayil logs.

Samiyah sings, 'A thousand thousand years ago, within the greatest Sea'
Samiyah sings, 'Only Elementals dwelled, undying, ever free'
Samiyah sings, 'Until the creatures, great and small, inspired them to seek'
Samiyah sings, 'The truth of death and life's great cost, a mighty spell to speak'
Samiyah sings, 'Thus were the great Hundred born, the first of all the Elves'
Samiyah sings, 'A mighty race, of magic made, spread to the woods and dells'
Samiyah sings, 'Their homes in trees of tow'ring height, a lofty hall to make'
Samiyah sings, 'In north and south, they found a place, for all their children's sake'
Samiyah sings, 'They tended tree and tended vine, and sang their songs of joy'
Samiyah sings, 'And taught their lore and history to each elven girl and boy'
Samiyah sings, 'Their codes of honor, truth and more, their generosity'
Samiyah sings, 'An inspiration to us all, from sea to shining sea'
Samiyah sings, 'The elves have had their Champions - a mortal once, it's said,'
Samiyah sings, 'And they have fought their battles, where the fields were turned to red'
Samiyah sings, 'It's true they fight with courage and with fierceness that is bold'
Samiyah sings, 'But is the kindess of the elves, that echoes in tales told'
Samiyah sings, 'Myronides would tell you that, his race was far the best'
Samiyah sings, 'And Tel-Quessir would challenge all, to put that to the test'
Samiyah sings, 'Nowadays, the Elven Race are spread throughout the land'
Samiyah sings, 'And kindess and nobility come often from their hands'
Samiyah sings, 'So if you seek the aid of one, to fight a battle true'
Samiyah sings, 'Don't look to aura for your guide, don't seek just red or blue'
Samiyah sings, 'Look to the heart, and to the blood, look past the race of men'
Samiyah sings, 'And seek an Elf, to aid your cause - you'll find a Hero, then!'

Samiyah lays a hand across her chest, modestly lowers her eyes, and curtseys.

Mugen stands up.
Mugen is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it.
Mugen says (in common), 'great work! a masterpiece!'.

Samiyah puts her parchment and quill and ink away.

Samiyah blushes, and checks the position of her veil, to ensure it is modestly in place.

You say (in common), 'well, I don't know about a masterpiece, but..'.
You say (in common), 'it was at least on topic! :)'.

Mugen chuckles, evidently amused.
Mugen says (in common), 'it was great, thanks for the song'.

You say (in common), 'Thank you for your generous gift'.

Mugen says (in common), 'no problem!'.

Level 15 Bard Review: The Lady Elemental

Performed 07/03/2012

You say (in common), 'In far off realms, a Queen was born, K'chana was her name'.
You say (in common), 'She birthed a child, both fair and cold: Aurora, Ryche's Bane'.
You say (in common), 'Who stripped the kingdom of its life, abandoned like a toy,'.
You say (in common), 'Then found a man, k'Treva clan, and briefly shared his joy.'.

You say (in common), 'She birthed a child, bright heaven's Star - alas, this drew the eye'.
You say (in common), 'Leareth, grand-sire, to the girl - soul called, he gathered nigh'.
You say (in common), 'Imprisoned he, the little babe: he'd force her to his will!'.
You say (in common), 'Though winters passed and summers too, she ere resisted still'.

You say (in common), 'At last! Escape! She fled as swift as doe within the fields'.
You say (in common), 'to Kayrron's busy streets to hide, to charity's kind yields'.
You say (in common), 'Draven took her 'neath his wing, gave clothes and food and roof,'.
You say (in common), 'They fell in love, the passion sweet, their loving trust the proof'.

You say (in common), 'But for a false claim that was made, her love was taken fast - '.

DarkClaw sighs and closes her eyes briefly.

You say (in common), 'Set to die at morning's dawn - she fled before the axe'.
You say (in common), 'Broken hearted, left Kayrron, to dark Varinesa Keep,'.
You say (in common), 'There she vowed her penance long, a living death to reap'.

You say (in common), 'A Gangrel's bite was all it took to shed her mortal coil'.
You say (in common), 'Black-tiger form, undeath reborn, eternity to toil'.
You say (in common), 'Again, she fled, this unskilled fledge, her hunger-reddened gaze'.
You say (in common), 'Found solace, safety, 'midst the bats, hid deep within a cave'.

You say (in common), 'Awakened by the Kindred-Lord, her vow of worship sworn,'.
You say (in common), 'Became the siren of the night, a lure to all men born'.
You say (in common), 'Yet, toys were they, those bumbling fools, who sought to win her heart'.
You say (in common), 'She dallied at her whim and wish -- seduction was her art'.

You say (in common), 'Oh there were those whose love professed, did move immortal soul'.
You say (in common), 'And twice she vowed to faithful wed, happiness her goal'.
You say (in common), 'But time and time and time again, her broken heart would break'.
You say (in common), 'and men fell by the wayside as the toll of time would take'.

You say (in common), 'The greatest loss she felt those years, was not a lover's cost'.
You say (in common), 'But Ascension of Lord Khore - the Kindred bond was lost'.
You say (in common), 'Chaos marked her decade-spans, as loyalties were gained'.
You say (in common), 'And vows were offered to the gods, a Hawk, an Angel made'.

You say (in common), 'Chosen for a span, then gone, a vow given to Bliss,'.
You say (in common), 'in Rhina's tree, some peace - and then, a Booga stole a kiss'.

DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused.

You say (in common), 'Long ascended to the heights of mortal span achieved,'.
You say (in common), 'A dream of crafting her OWN home, within the Pattern weaved'.

You say (in common), 'So to her hero, Tynian, prayed, and pled and made her case'.
You say (in common), 'Then she arose to Heavens bright, her mortal days erased'.
You say (in common), 'She taught the young, then learned among the Phantom's dark Magi'.
You say (in common), 'The Elements had called to her: the sun, the earth, the sky'.

You say (in common), 'She swore to them, to be their voice, to teach all of their way'.
You say (in common), 'And Matriarch became in truth, for near a thousand days'.
You say (in common), 'But fickle fate led her away, her Chylder left behind'.

Mutex arrives from the west.

You say (in common), 'Years passed - return, unsure - of whom that she might find'.

You say (in common), 'Our Lady! cried her faithful friends, Betrayed! cried earth and air'.
You say (in common), 'They lashed in pain and anger bright, no longer in her care'.
You say (in common), 'So Lost, she wanders, crimson-souled, she seeks what is denied'.
You say (in common), 'Deloi, Vindr, Adurna, Gath... Brisingr and her pride'.

You say (in common), 'Until that day, she gathers close the Lost of all this world'.
You say (in common), 'Some ancient souls, some newly born - her banner is unfurled.'.
You say (in common), 'Ebrithil yet still a light, the leaders of her cause'.
You say (in common), 'They give out pain, confusion, fear, yet also speak her laws'.

You say (in common), 'To Her care, they give her all: their strength and honor true'.
You say (in common), 'If your soul to Her is drawn, then Lost's the home for you!'.

Samiyah curtseys before the Lady DarkClaw.

The Tower of Sorcery

Performed on July 11, 2012

A cold gust of wind blows through you unexpectedly, chilling you to the core.

Doc says (in common), 'If I wasnt here, I'd be some place much less important'.

Boromir ruffles Doc's hair playfully.

>shiver
Brrrrrrrrr.

Samiyah lays a hand across her chest, modestly lowers her eyes, and curtseys.

Doc showers someone with confetti!

Samiyah laces her fingers together, clasped before her, to still their shaking.

Samiyah nods in acknowledgement to those present, and begins.

Samiyah chants, As a bard, I'm bid to walk the breadth of all this land.
Samiyah chants, I've sailed across the waters and I've travelled where I can.

Samiyah chants, Seek out places, that I must, in towns and forests deep.
Samiyah chants, in shining cities and the woods, where giant spiders creep.

>shiver
Brrrrrrrrr.

Samiyah chants, I've swam among the fishies - but admit that's very rare -
Samiyah chants, The Tempest finds bards toothsome, so I very seldom dare.

Samiyah chants, I've forded streams and climbed the hills so dark and misty cold.
Samiyah chants, I wouldn't say I'm brave at all, but with some help, I'm bold!

Samiyah grins, glancing through those gathered for some of her friends.

Samiyah chants, Some places make me shudder at the thought of going there.
Samiyah chants, (A witch's hut, Sahaugin halls, and Rivers of Dispair)

Samiyah chants, But if I'm quick enough and quaff, a potion that is true.
Samiyah chants, I won't wind up inside a pot, made into Ogre stew.

You wince. Ouch!

Samiyah chants, But thrice, my steps were urgent bid, to travel to a place.
Samiyah chants, That's guarded by a Phantom who is of the elven race.

Samiyah chants, I know not why the gods have sent this little bard to see.
Samiyah chants, The spectacle within the walls of Tow'r of Sorcery.

Samiyah's voice loses its bouncy tone, growing solemn and respectful.

Samiyah chants, I crept inside and fled right quick, not wanting to profane.
Samiyah chants, Each time I went, I asked before if some bore Magi's name.

Samiyah chants, No wish to trespass there at all, I quickly came and went.
Samiyah chants, No harm by me intended: but a bard must go where sent.

Samiyah's tone is apologetic and sincere.

Jaerith arrives from the west.

Samiyah chants, I begged forgiveness of the only soul that I could see.
Samiyah chants, And was set a task by him - a rhyme composed by me.

Samiyah chants, To sing the praises of the place that Drakar calls his home.
Samiyah chants, But it's filled with icy winds that chill me to the bone.

>shiver
Brrrrrrrrr.

Samiyah chants, Massive doors to block the way, though whether to or from.
Samiyah chants, The scent of ancient candles - and the slighest touch of rum'

Samiyah chants, There's many fancy tapestries - Lord Nash and then the Lich.
Samiyah chants, The sight of all the bookshelves makes my eager fingers itch.

Samiyah chants, No place of gentle rest or site of merry-making loud.
Samiyah chants, But a spot for Nashite rites where all the heads are bowed.

Samiyah chants, There's dais of black marble that is topped with gleaming throne.
Samiyah chants, And a mural on the wall that shifts and moves and ..um.. moans.
Samiyah blushes, stammering over that last word.
Samiyah regains her composure and continues.

Samiyah chants, Portraits hanging here and there - above, a glassy dome.

Samiyah's voice drops to a low hush of horror and fear as she continues.

Samiyah chants, I think I sensed unsettled dead, condemned by death to roam.

Samiyah chants, A magic circle, crimson-red, to bind, or cleanse or keep'
Samiyah chants, A mirror to the soul of those to him an Oath would speak.

Samiyah chants, The Laws of Nash inscribed within a dozen or more books.
Samiyah chants, I must confess the shelves received more than just a look.

Samiyah chants, Discipline, respect and knowledge, all required of He.
Samiyah chants, So much within those crystal vaults for an eye to see.

Samiyah takes a calming breath and continues resolutely.

Samiyah chants, I honor Drakar's wish: to chant, and speak of what I saw.
Samiyah chants, And though I'm not an aura-blue, my word is but my law.

Samiyah chants, He asked if I was curious, to learn of Nash's ways.
Samiyah chants, But I am of the desert tribe, until my end of days.

Samiyah chants, My vow to Mother, always kept: I cannot give an oath.
Samiyah chants, To love a man or worship Gods - I am forbidden both.

Samiyah chants, Still, I honor all of those who swear His oath to keep.
Samiyah chants, But start to think that Nashites will give me a cause to weep.

Samiyah's voice breaks, her dark eyes welling up from behind concealing linen.
Samiyah carefully does not look to see if two particular Magi are present.

Samiyah chants, Destroyer speaks: to end my life, and strip away my veil.
Samiyah chants, And leave me naked, shuddering, my form cold, still and pale.

Samiyah chants, 'Orgrim's rift and vicious whip, reminded me today'
Samiyah chants 'That life is frail and death is close and barely held at bay'

Samiyah breaks off speaking entirely for a moment, shivering, then struggles to regain her composure.
Samiyah swallows hard and continues, her voice quiet.

Samiyah chants, Perhaps it is precursor, or a warning - that makes sense,
Samiyah chants, My death to them is Destiny, or Chance's recompense -

Samiyah chants, If these journeys are a clue of what will be my Fate.
Samiyah chants, I hope that death becomes me, and his lust for blood abate.

Samiyah's voice softens, an almost desperately hopeful, pleading note to it.

Samiyah chants, But that is of the future, which is never writ in stone -
Samiyah chants, Still it creeps into my thoughts and sets a worried tone.

Samiyah chants, If my steps to Tow'r return, I pray no offense take.
Samiyah chants, For each time, permission asked, apologies to make.

Samiyah leans forward, her body language showing her sincerity.

Samiyah chants, I do not seek to ere defile or ever disrespect.
Samiyah chants, Or rouse the ire of Nashites should our path ere intersect.

Samiyah chants, So this chant I speak with truth, and with the chant I've made.
Samiyah chants, My duty discharged, vow complete, my debt to Drakar paid.

Samiyah sits down abruptly, her shaking legs no longer willing to support her.
Samiyah makes an odd little bow, as if a curtsey, while sitting.

Boromir 07/11/12

*clap* very well done!

Doc 07/11/12

I shed a tear in my beer.

The Phantom 07/11/12

Well done. Your debt to Drakar is paid. I will trust his judgement in this.

Why Bards Are A Waste of Time

Commissioned by Anduin*.
Posted to the Forum on July 24, 2012.

World shaped by whim: it's a dangerous thing
To give up such power to those that just sing
Tynian's time - precious, rarer than gold
Was foolishly spent on those pioneers bold
Like Oook, Adja, Cadee, on Chylder and Fling
Faite, Gheorghe and Huglak, what good do they bring?
Better He'd focused on fixing what's there
Psionisists mental, barbarians scare
Or making Thugs nifty, 'cause right now they're lame
Instead, it's these singers, all seeking great fame
He should have spent code-time adjusting the spells
of Shamans and Clerics ('cause mages are swell)
That hunt-code for places and monsters galore
As much of a waste as a lyrical score
The world's not enriched by a rhyme or a song -
When so much of TFC's just coded wrong!
Combat more easy, with eq galore!
A-re-na battles with arch-mobs and more!
Not gathering songs for some halfling to hum!
Yes, really and truly, the bard class is dumb!
Roleplay is stupid - a waste of His time!
(An ironic message hired out in this rhyme)
Yes, Anduin's right, we should delete the bards
Success for this class just's not in the cards
(Besides, they're too sneaky, all hidey-in-place
That Eathor guy could be right in your face!)
And that combat! It's silly! All kicking and slaps,
Weapons are wielded, with crushes and whacks!
So better you listen to what he hired said
And hasten the day that the bard class is dead!

• Please note that this in no way, shape, or form describes my own personal thoughts on the Bard Class. - Sami
  • Please note that Anduin hasn't reviewed this song prior to publication, so it it may not accurately reflect his thoughts, either.

Eathor July 2012

I was extremely sad when I read the beginning of this song, but then I was extremely happy when I got to the end of it! Thank you Sami!! - Eathor the sneaky in your face Bard!

The Baroness' Lament

Commissioned by Soloban, performed for level 20 Bard Review on 08/16/12.

Part I: The Curse

My tale is of unholy vows, sworn for pride of man
A bargain made, a cost too deep, an evil, evil plan
Marel wished to ever live and slip the grasp of Fate
But pride it goes before a fall, and curses ne'er abate

Cale had heard the Baron's words, whispered into night
And rode up to the castle, giving all the guards a fright
His cowl was drawn and face obscured, his voice in ancient tongue
Demand to see the Castle's lord: the bargain was begun

No record of that meeting first - or mention of the sums
The gold to buy a pass from Death - just hidden from the sun -
A week to pass and then return, agreement then to bind
But deals with devils rarely work - this Marel came to find

A sharp scent of brimstone and sulfur wafts across your senses.

A single candle lit allowed, a glass of vintage old
The chests of loot were stacked up high, all glittering and gold
With wave of hand, Cale dismissed all - another favor asked:
And shuddering, the Baron bid a guardsman to that task

A child to fetch, from village near, awakened from his bed
The order came - defied at first - but then the Baron fed.
His teeth did not pierce young flesh - it was a soul he drank -
and vigor fled the child's corpse, fast rotting, cold and rank

Marel screamed! How could he not? The horror all too bright -
A guard burst in, and grasped by Cale, his screams to join the night
Smoke and ash whirled all around, as he cast the spell
And crafted from the body a foul canine straight from Hell

A foul scent of decay fills your nostrils, causing you to gag.

A hound was born, of fire and ash, with eyes of embers red
And Marel moaned and pissed himself, blubbered and he beg'd
"Take it back!" he cried out loud, "This isn't what I sought!
I wanted love eternal, not this curse that you have wrought!"

Cale just laughed and sauntered out, leaving him to scream
And wish that it had all just been a single evening's dream
But nightly, thirst returned to him, and nightly he would feed
For Marel lacked the strength and will to deny himself the need

He lurked amidst the houses of the village at the gate
Slew man and child and woman all - his thirst would not abate
But one he kept away at cost - his wife he would not see
He fought to save her mortal soul, her life his only plea

You hear distant singing, in a soft contralto, the words a lullaby.

The hound emerged from shadows thick, her wrist caught in his maw
She begged and screamed for mercy, until her throat was raw
He locked himself into a tower, to keep from feeding deep,
And threw himself from battlements, a final death to seek

Landing hard, his shattered bones were piercing through his flesh
And hound appeared to drag him back, each wound remained as fresh
Time flowed past, he lost all track, night seeping into night
But fed from those the hound would bring, unwilling now to fight

Her cries of pain and anguish as he drank her soul at last
Stripped his last humanity - true curse had come to pass
Then weeping, sobbing, crying out, he laid her in her bed
And gently brushed her golden hair, and gently kissed her head

The air goes still and quiet, as if the sound of a child wailing was suddenly stilled.

The cradle by her bedside was an empty wooden shell
Their son was gone and sent away, from parents living hell
He smashed this sign of sons escape, flung shards beneath her bed
Intending that his bloodline would be thought as being dead

Cale appeared, a smirking smile, the hellhound at his heel
But not in time to learn of aught the shards might have revealed.
"Everything is lost" he heard, as Marel cried aloud
"Youve taken all I loved from me," his tone completely cowed

"But all I did, was what you asked!" replied the cowled one
"Just tell me what you want from me and it will sure be done!"
"I want the hunger foul to stop! I want to see her eyes!"
"I want to hear her songs again, beneath the daylit skies!"

Anguish washes over you: the weight of foul deeds, selfishness, loathing...

"Done!" replied the sneering Cale, "You only had to ask,"
Marel turned to see his bride if Cale had done this task.
A band of diamonds, blue of course the very same deep hue
And the lilt of singing notes, sounding pure and true

But still she laid, and still was dead, until with shudder woke
And when she gazed upon him, it was these words she spoke:
"I am hungry..."

Samiyah pauses in her recitation, unable to finish that stanza, the horror clear in her eyes.
Samiyah gathers herself and skips to the next.

Laughing at their horror, Cale paused as he turned to go.
"Why so sad, Marel and bride? You asked for this, you know.."
"Who are you?" begged the Baron cold, "How can you do such things?"
"Im 'Caleneezer, of the Void - I am the Demons King!"

A foul echoing laughter grates across your senses as he names Himself.

Part II: Rebirth

Years would pass, the two as one, for in that Cale spoke truth
And slew they every villager, each traveler, each youth
Word spread wide, of curses foul, of blight within those stones
Of screams that filled the twilit sky, of agonizing groans

Good clerics came from all around, then Paladins and more
But with every nightfall dark the Baron was restored
His hunger would not ere abate, he always had to feed
But ever was his deepest wish - that all of them succeed

Madness swept away all thoughts, save anger and his rage
He walked alone, avoiding Her, kept locked up in a cage
In time he thought - it is not she! My lovely wife's reborn
I'll find her soul in her next life - embrace her mortal form

The slightest hint of floral perfume wafts through the air.

His sorcery very strong by now, he cast a widened net
And settled on a lovely girl, with crimson soul no less
Silonch of Conclave, he convinced, surely bore her soul
To have her love and have her kiss - this was his only goal

So sent her dreams and whispered spells, to lure her close at hand
Until, a twist of Maurice-fate - She recalled to his lands
Stumbling blindly, screaming fear, the hellhounds nipped her heels
Into the maddened Baron's grip... where her fate was sealed.

A kiss upon her cherry lips, a bite upon her throat
He stole a bit of life but then - he cast her 'cross the moat
"I will not lose my love again! You must not die today!"
But still he whispered Cale's curse half-begging her to stay.

You hear Silonch's death cry! Her mortal shell is quickly caught up and carried away by an Arch-Mage...

Little did he know her heart was lost - enchantment 'round it first
She to love another, but the same devotion not reversed.
Vecna owned Silonch's heart, played with it like a toy
He found her love amusing but it didn't bring him joy

Another loved Silonch, it's true - and Tripper was his name
One night he stole a kiss from her, and never was the same
His own wife gone, so long ago, and lonely he had been
But she forbade his lips or heart to e're touch hers again

Marel - enraged! - how could this fop lay claim to what is mine!?
There had to be another way - he swore that he would find
Years would pass, until a chance, a deal that he could make
In exchange to cast a spell - a memory he'd take

The gentlest brush of lips on lips.. the scent of her perfume.. maddening in its exquisiteness.

In exchange for stealing this - the mem'ry Tripper held
He whispered enchants, binding eyes to Talmud with a spell
Gloating, sneering, threatening all the Chosen gathered near
He muttered threats - but Weaver said: "My people, have no fear."

With a gesture, cast him out, enveloping him in flame
Yet, as always, with the night, he rose and lived again
Plotting ever, mind awash, with plans to win her back
He schemed to win Silonch's love, or perish from its lack

Decades turned to centuries, his plots they came to naught
For Lady's soul was not reborn - and She her hunger fought
He was not the only one to ancient sorc'ry seek:
For while he failed, his Lady won - her magic at its peak

The purity and depth of a mother's love for her child washes over you, humbling and profound.

Part III: The Family Curse

The Lady whispered one last spell, a statis-bind released
Though many decades we all knew, her babe knew only weeks
Grew he then to manhood, in some lands not far away
All the while a-dreaming of the place that he would stay

It was a bright homecoming, when he travelled through the Bog
Finding traces of a town, and ashen-coated dog
It was the work of many years, to hire, threat and bribe
Sufficient people to his task: a worker, vintner, scribe

Fortunate, the aid unsought, by simple stranger lent
Cale, he called himself - so shy - an unassuming gent!
Gold will win their work, he said, and fear will rule their mind
For peasants cannot see the goal - it's simple and sublime

A chill arrogance sweeps over you, wiping away any trace of kindness or gentility.

Take what you want, the stranger said, rule with an iron fist
So the son did as he willed - he broke, he killed, he kissed
One girl, she tried resist his charms, she dared to say him Nay
His rage was hot, his eyes like coals - he knew he'd make her pay

Her broken body lay before his feet, rimmed round with blood
And Cale, he laughed to see her laid like rubbish in the mud
A woman's voice came weeping, then, her song become a scream
A mother's pain, to see her son, more nightmare than a dream

His eyes flashed round to find the source of unseen voice's pain
And caught a glimpse of form and shape he'd ne'er see again
Her shattered heart was broken by this evil by consent
And in his ears forever sounds the Baroness' Lament

A high, keening wail of broken hopes and agony rips through your senses, driving you mad.

Battered by her voice of hurt, he could not block the sound
No matter how he drown'd his woes, all sprawled upon the ground
The vine could not give mercy sweet, no vintage dulled away
The shame of knowing Mother's loss and disappoint that day

He tried to act with mercy and to right who he had wronged
But merchants ceased to come along where once they always thronged
Cale appeared, convenient-like, and whispered once again:
For else could say they'd been there, and had ever been a friend?

"Don't let weakness fill your heart, to love is just to lose"
These whispered words were balm at last - the mother's cries to soothe
Nodding swiftly, son agreed, oath bound in blood and ground,
Cale just smiled, and crafted him his very own hellhound...

The dying screams of a grape stomper fill the night as she is unwillingly transformed...
...and the curse lives anew.

The Hunters' Call

Commissioned by Tes

Midnight spread across the land, it turned from day to night.
A hunting horn, its dreadful peal, was cause for sudden fright.
Her ringing laughter, joyful glee, the Hounds leapt to Her heel.
They circled all around Her, and then as one - a kneel.
"OUR LADY! WYLDESS!" they cried, exhultant in their tone.
They lifted Her upon a throne of palest solid bone.
My lovelies all! My weasel-boys! My Docster and my Swarf!"
"Wunkathew and Snugglykins! My Huntsman's wicked bark!"
"Gather round my pack, my Kin, the Wyld Hunt's Reborn!"
The world's our prey, now set to hunt!" then sounded on Her horn.
Its peal was heard around the globe, and blues in bed asleep.
Were filled with dread and horror as the Hunt their Prey did seek.
But Cecil stood up firmly and He raised a mighty sword.
"I'll not conceed the peace to you!" and gathered up a horde.
Celeste and Kylor, Iggwilv, too, plus Miki, and Padrone.
Stood against the Wyld Horde, to fight them from their home.
Few withstood the dark onslaught Katrana's Hunters' brought.
They chased their prey through alleyways and in the temples fought.
They bounded through the forests and they clambered up the trees.
Then giggled as they watched their prey continually flee.
And with each Thread they cut, they blessed them in Rebirth.
And laughing, happy, in the Hunt, no malice - just with mirth.
Until their foes, so limp of sword, turned to a blade of tongue.
And used cold words to scorn, accuse, and rip away the fun.
Katrana in Her Mercy offered up a Law of Threes.
But Cecil said, "Not if you begged and pled upon your knees!"
"We scorn to take this Oath you give, we do not need its kind."
"We'd rather stay upon high horse, and take what we can find!"
The Lady Wyld She shrugged and smiled, and whispered to her boys.
"That's okay, we'll play with them - they make fantastic toys."
She giggled like a little child, she pointed and she said:
"Now hunt them without mercy, boys, until they all are dead."
One Wyldling jumped up and down, chaotic to his soul.
"My Lady! Making you just smile - it is my only goal!"
"I'll Hunt them 'til they're weary and I'll hunt them 'til they cry..."
"I'll Hunt them 'til at last they leave without a sole goodbye!"
Tes bounded forth, his Prey to find, without a backward glance.
And if you don't check your who'zone, then you take an awful chance.
For this wee shaman loves to send a ghost or two to bite.
He loves each battle and gives praise to Wyld with every fight.
So listen to this ditty and remember this Bard's song.
Yes, many fight the Wyld Hunt--- but very few for long!