"Drink up. I'm going to sing one more song for the crowd," says Keldar. He looks inside a tankard of beer and, finding it almost empty, finishes it. "Whose was that? Mine I hope." He takes it with him as he gets up.
"Now!" he calls. "One final song - and this one is especially for all the young people we have here tonight, beardless youths and blushing maidens, like my friend Tommy over here, the one with the books. Ahem!"
"Strangers and friends and good people all,
Pay heed to my words and learn from my woes,
I'll tell you now what caused my downfall,
A tale of caution to curl up your toes.
For when you are young, and your life's just begun
You're careless of heart and free with your tongue,
But in your youth you'd better not trust
For just as bright iron will tarnish and rust,
We all grow old, indeed as we must
And end in the grave, and fall into dust.
So while you have it, spend well your youth
Forming good habits and making routine
The seeking of goodness and virtue and truth;
Finish the job before you're nineteen!
Take my advice as one who knows well:
Your formative years may keep you from hell,
For when you grow older and set in your ways,
Nothing may move you, not curses nor praise,
If you've a low character, to coin a phrase,
You'll be mired in sin till the end of your days.
Lacking in wisdom, or parents to scold,
I took up gambling with cups, cards and dice
And soon I was rich and laden with gold
But my large fortune would come with a price!
For a young man with wealth, at the peak of his health
Finds new friends appear as though by stealth.
Where once I had flirted with sweet peasant girls,
Now I was chased by the daughters of earls
Who flounced and pouted and shook their curls,
But loved me only when I bought them pearls.
Then I fell in with the worst sort of crowd,
Lawyers and bishops and high councilmen
Who knew I was rich and knew I was proud:
They borrowed from me again and again!
They didn't repay; I was stripped of my gold,
My friends left me alone thrown out in the cold.
Given it over, I know what I'd choose,
For he who has nothing has nothing to lose,
And growing wiser, I've altered my views:
There's nothing worth more than honest virtues!
Listeners, I beg you, don't take the risk
Of being corrupted by silver or gold.
Hand round this jug now, speedy and brisk,
And part with some coins for the tale I've told,
That you may escape the dreadful temptation
Of growing too rich and above your station.
I have once been there, and the reverse,
I know what it's like and there's nothing worse
Than living your life in the grip of the curse
Of smugness and pride in the weight of your purse!"
Keldar puts the tankard in the middle of a busy table of locals, and repeats the last verse.[sblock=OOC]Perform (singing) checks for 3 songs 1d20+3=
7,
4,
19. As covaithe commented once, I'd prefer not to apply mechanical results to Keldar's songs, which are really just RP fluff, but if you want a guideline for crowd reaction, there we go. The second song obviously fell completely flat! I guess the Grenton farmers didn't follow the innuendo of the sideslipping rhyme scheme. The last one was surprisingly popular. Keldar sings better when drunk.[/sblock]