[IC2] Pool of Radiance

Mark Chance · Jul 8, 2009

Sir Dryw

"Ha, ha! Don't fret, Emagor," Sir Dryw replies. "All of nature's creatures can be delightful in their own way at the right time and in the right place. Take that basilisk, for example. Were it in some mountain wilderness somewhere, it would be a remarkable beast, indeed. But here, so close to people unable to defend themselves, it becomes a menace. Likewise with Peabody, but on a smaller scale. In my cup, he's an amusing companion, but in Kordunn's I fear he'd be a nuisance. Say, what we need here is some music! Who'd care to join me in a song?"

Leif · Jul 8, 2009

Emagor Rilliance (Fighter|Wizard), and Peabody

Emagor looks nervous, fearing that there may not be a sufficiently large number of voices singing to mask his atonal caterwauling. Fearing the worst, Peabody raises his little paws and covers his ears.

Mark Chance · Jul 9, 2009

Sir Dryw

The half-elf knights stands up on his chair, raising his cup in his hand.

"If you know this one," he says, "feel free to join in!"

Then, he sings:

"They're moving father's grave to build a sewer
They're moving it regardless of expense!
They're moving his remains to lay down nine-inch drains
To irrigate some rich bloke's residence!
Now what's the use of having a religion?
If when you're dead you cannot get some peace
'Cause some society chap wants a pipeline to his tank
And moves you from your place of rest and peace!

"Now father in his life was not a quitter
And I'm sure that he'll not be a quitter now!
And in his winding sheet, he will haunt that privy seat
And only let them go when he'll allow!
Now won't there be some bleedin' consternation,
And won't those city toffs begin to rave!
But it's no more than they deserve, 'cause they had the bleedin' nerve
To muck about a noble workman's grave!"

Untrained Perform Check: 1d20+2=18

Scotley · Jul 9, 2009

Eldwyn eagerly joins the singing. His trained bardic voice proves surprisingly strong and soulful given his diminutive form.

Mark Chance · Jul 10, 2009

Sir Dryw

Scotley said:
Eldwyn eagerly joins the singing. His trained bardic voice proves surprisingly strong and soulful given his diminutive form.

"Excellent! Excellent, Eldwyn! Here's another favorite of mine from my time as a squire!"

Sir Dryw tags a big swallow of his drink, and then bursts once more into song:

"I've been a wild rover for many the year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer.
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

"And it's no nay never, no never no more
Will I play the wild rover, no never, no more

"I went to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me 'nay
Such a custom like yours I could have any day'

"And it's no nay never, no never no more
Will I play the wild rover, no never, no more

"I took from my pocket ten gold pieces bright
And the landladiy's eyes opened wide with delight
She said 'I have whiskey and wines of the best,
And the words that I spoke sure were only a jest'.

"And it's no nay never, no never no more
Will I play the wild rover, no never, no more

"I'll go home to my parent, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress me as oft times before,
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.

"And it's no nay never, no never no more
Will I play the wild rover, no never, no more!"

OOC: Another untrained Perform check: 1d20+2=19. Wow. People ought to be throwing money by now.

Thanee · Jul 11, 2009

Despite his lack of training, well proper training, anyways, Sir Dryw manages to draw the attention of many of the patrons with his performance, that is further supported when Eldwyn joins in.

Some are even willing to pay for the next round of ale, so, as a result, the drinks are free during the night.

Mark Chance · Jul 11, 2009

"Ha, ha!" Sir Dryw says. "Rub-a-dub-dub! Huzzah!"

Voadam · Jul 13, 2009

Kordunn turns to Peabody "He sings with good cheer." the dwarf is fine with speaking pleasantly to a little reptile.

Kordunn says "Very well." and pulls back his chair to stand up

"Skaff deg dwarves, er det grunn til en bash
Pek på alle caskets og finne oss stash
Som kaller runden? Hvis lommeboken er tung?
Hvor mange pints kan dette mave her avgift?

Beer, Cider, sprit og ales
Lytt til full dverg fortelle sin høye tales
Løsne den belter, kopper i luften
Den brennevin flyter fritt og fat vil ikke vare

Og alle anrop:
O, ho, ferdig på ett
Ned, ned
Før det er borte!

Hoorah!

Pour en kopp, mine ser ut til å være tørr
Ikke si det er ikke mer eller en dverg kan gråte
Alle synge sammen nå og svaie side til side
Ingen enkelt stemme er for stygg for å skjule

Cheer all ye opp, ingen grunn til å se dystre
Det er ingen grunn til dwarven waistlines å bli slank
Glem de svake-stomached ens snorke
Full runde bellies gjøre graven humør stiger!

Og alle anrop:
O, ho, ferdig på ett
Ned, ned
Før det er borte!

Hoorah!

Ved Brodon's skjegg, ytterligere to glass
Hadde ikke disse bosoms bare vokse på dem lasses?
Søt dame vennen min, vil ikke du med meg?
Min runde er tom og brandy er gratis

Beklager kjærlighet, ikke mener å være uhøflig
Ingen fortelle historier når en dverg står i humør
Men sannheten bli fortalt at jeg hadde aldri valgte du
Over en halvliter mine søte hellig brygge

Og alle anrop:
O, ho, ferdig på ett
Ned, ned
Før det er borte!

Hoorah!

Var det en rosa elefant som bare fløy forbi?
Funny skyggene som Cider kegs støpt!
Unnskyld at støyen ikke bety å fornærme
Det er ingen hic opp en blodig god oppstøt vil ikke reparere

Ler øyne wat'ry og leder en "svømming
Se på den røde nesen dverg! Og stoppe at grinning!
Vi stakk dem krus mot taket
Av sine plasser i dwarves er keeling

Og alle anrop:
O, ho, ferdig på ett
Ned, ned
Før det er borte!

Hoorah!"

translated dwarven
[sblock]
Gather thee dwarves, there’s cause for a bash
Tap all caskets and find us your stash
Who calls the round? Whose wallet is heavy?
How many pints can this tummy here levy?

Beer, cider, spirits and ales
Listen to the drunk dwarf tell his tall tales
Loosen your belts, cups in the air
The liquor flows free and the barrels won’t care

And all call:
O, ho, finish in one
Down, down
Until it’s all gone!

Hoorah!

Pour another cup, mine appears to be dry
Don’t say there’s no more or a dwarf might cry
All sing along now and sway side to side
No single voice is too ugly to hide

Cheer all ye up, no reason to look grim
There’s no need for dwarven waistlines to be slim
Never mind the weak-stomached one’s snore
Full round bellies make grave spirits soar!

And all call:
O, ho, finish in one
Down, down
Until it’s all gone!

Hoorah!

By Brodon’s beard, another two glasses
Didn’t those bosoms just grow on them lasses?
Sweet lady friend mine, won’t you join me?
My lap is empty and the brandy’s for free

Sorry love, didn’t mean to be rude
No telling the stories when a dwarf’s in the mood
But truth be told I’d not ever chose you
Over a pint of my sweet sacred brew

And all call:
O, ho, finish in one
Down, down
Until it’s all gone!

Hoorah!

Was that a pink elephant that just flew past?
Funny the shadows that cider kegs cast!
Pardon that noise, didn’t mean to offend
There’s no hic-up a bloody good belch won’t mend

Laughing eyes wat’ry and heads a’ swimming
Look at your red nose dwarf! And stop that grinning!
We’ll stack them mugs unto the ceiling
Of their seats the dwarves are keeling

And all call:
O, ho, finish in one
Down, down
Until it’s all gone!

Hoorah!
[/sblock]

Kordunn then sits down.

"I believe it is your turn Emagor."

Scotley · Jul 13, 2009

Eldwyn

The halfling decides to add a tune of his own, but being a dirge singer by trade it is somewhat different in tone:

"Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night
Guardian angels the Gods will send thee
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loving vigil keeping
All through the night

While the moon her watch is keeping
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping
All through the night
O'er thy spirit gently stealing
Visions of delight revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night

Though I roam a minstrel lonely
All through the night
My true harp shall praise sing only
All through the night
Love's young dream, alas, is over
Yet my strains of love shall hover
Near the presence of my lover
All through the night

Hark, a solemn bell is ringing
Clear through the night
Thou, my love, art heavenward winging
Home through the night
Earthly dust from off thee shaken
Soul immortal shalt thou awaken
With thy last dim journey taken
Home through the night"