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<blockquote data-quote="Sylvar B." data-source="post: 7586952" data-attributes="member: 6855195"><p>Sylvar give Tam a nod and begins to weave his tail as the others feast. In his head, he thinks good naturedly <span style="color: #FF8C00">~you owe me, halfling~</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">(Sylvar begins a rhythmic chant, he mimes the actions of opening doors and swinging swords.) </span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Peace and goodwill to thee and thine. </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Lend me your ear great chieft’n, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">I offer a fresh course to thy feast’n </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Hear the ingredients I render; </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Tasty bits, savory, sweet </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Bravery, cunning, and near defeat </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Our tale begins in darkness; </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">A Dwarven path, hewn, unseen </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Nine heros, behind magic’s screen </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Heroes prepare the incursion </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Now From the sky, water falls.</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">A boon, masking sounds of foot falls </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">In silence we make our approach </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">A guard, unaware, halts forward travail </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Faster than a thought, our druid assails </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Owl to man transformed, spear in hand </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Death, silently, quickly, hushed </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">A Giant fails like men, life extinguished </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Still unknown, our heroes press on </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Into the stronghold we hurry </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Ever onward, life and death tarry </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Through closed doors, cries of joy and fear</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Heroes crash in, relentless </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Life and death adrift, as in stasis </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">We stop, shock, surprised and in awe </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Ogres and Hill Giants, soldiers, kings </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Two score against nine, an even match?</span> <span style="color: #000000">(Sylvar shrugs melodramatically, to emphasize the question)</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">(Sylvar uses Silent Image to magically produce a life size rendering of a Hill Giant)</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">In the middle, hung over flames, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Breakfast, crying, begging MERCY!! </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Twain dwarfs, and a halfling, we, their hope </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Charging in, Dewydd, working fast </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Ogre one, dead, falling , two taps </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Severance Complete, base to caps </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">We advance, pressing the attack </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Fireballs rending Giant flesh </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Caught by surprise, delayed giant reprise </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">We, fully committed to this cause </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Inviting death to a waltz </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Unnoticed, those who would give us pause </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Nosnra, Delliak and a dire bear </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Elder’s Kanor and Kurok and Krag </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Also the Priestess Vulka, all were there </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Time, in battle, stands still it seems </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Fire burns flesh and steel rends limbs </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Spiked stones pierce Giant feet from below </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Walls of fire burn all who linger </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Striking with speed, a blitzkrieg </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Stunned giants stare, none can lift a finger </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Hapless Giants, with one named Nancy</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Begin chucking pots and pans, </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Fortunately none were fancy </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Ogres and Giants no longer surprised </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Moving slowly through spiked stones </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Attack our heroes with deadly blows </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">But our heroes fair well, given the odds </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Weathering attacks with grace </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">An unseen Tam stabbing ogres in the face</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Alas, battle is not pretty </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">No one says it is easy </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Much less when Giants make things queasy </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">A bog, by magic created </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Keeping our heroes in place </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Poor Tam Tammerlain, mud past his face.</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Thallok the Red does not throw fits </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Though wounded he jeers at the Ogre </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">He slices and dices a dread Ogre in bits </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Still living, the Ogre is knowing </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Thallok comes, you must be right </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Or you won’t survive the fighting </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">All creatures bleed, and writhe in pain </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">But there is not time for that </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Here comes Tamtamarlain with his bow</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Evil Prince Delliak, mighty foe </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Must be dealt, a finite blow</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Hail Tamtamarlin, with his might bow!! <span style="color: #000000">(Sylvar points at Tam)</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">The halfling, a giant slayer </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">With two arrows from his hand </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Behold the giant falters, falling, slain </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">We are triumphant in the moment</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">But the battle is not won</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Lathir the druid, master of nature</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Calls forth flames from the vast nothing</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Some not dead, now transform</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Their bodies now soulless, scorched and torn</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Nosnra and Vulka still have breath</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Their anger kindled by the flames</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Summon a Drider, bringer of death.</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Cowards, Vulka and Nosnra flee</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">To another room to plan</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Worry not, we will see them again</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Parry, Thrust, we fight with vigor </span><span style="color: #000000">(Sylvar imitates a sword fight)</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">We hang by a single thread</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Death is near, and he favors our side</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">We say, death before dishonor</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Prepared to fight to the end</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">When suddenly appearing, flanking.</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Four strangers armed with steel (Sylvar holds up 4 fingers)</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Fighting with the dire Drider</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Foiled evil’s plan to divide us</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Drider distracted, Respen can repel</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Two arrows, quickly striking</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">The drider beast, though slowly, did fail</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Thallok, Vale, Respen, Tam, US</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">The newcomers and I, US</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">We lay about us with magic and steel</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Giant and Ogre blood flow together</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Metallic smell of death, cooked.</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">The mud, mire, magically dispelled</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"><span style="color: #000000">(Sylvar stops the chant and begins to narrate)</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">As the near battle closes, we take respite</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Death all around, some giants surrender</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Far off, a rebellion continues, though not our concern</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Showing battle prowess and compassion</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">Thallok the red accepts surrender, sparing their lives. </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">The giants retreat, and we continue, hunting for Nosnra and Vulka.</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">It is said that the only certainty in life is death. This truth is found out by Nosnra and Vulka. They are found out. At the end of a long corridor. Flanked by grisly trophies. Man and beast, stuffed with sawdust and put on display. </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">The displays strengthen our resolve, Nosnra and Vulka must die. We press the attack. (Sylvar acts out a battle, moving and swaying, parrying imaginary blows)</span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">The battle continues, magic and steel, vs magic and steel. Nosnra and Vulka are not alone. Two Giant handmaidens must fall as well. At long last Nosnra, Vulka and the two attendants lie still. Felled by our arrows and swords. Though we are wounded the days is ours. </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p>Sylvar Purposefully leaves out the part where he nearly died and received the boon from Uller. Figuring that it might ruin the image of him as Thallok's servant. </p><p><span style="color: #000000">Sylvar bows, then produces his Lute and begins to entertain the crowd with song</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">[gm] +1,500 xp. for this well-crafted ballad. [/gm]</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sylvar B., post: 7586952, member: 6855195"] Sylvar give Tam a nod and begins to weave his tail as the others feast. In his head, he thinks good naturedly [COLOR=#FF8C00]~you owe me, halfling~[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000](Sylvar begins a rhythmic chant, he mimes the actions of opening doors and swinging swords.) [/COLOR] [COLOR=#0000CD]Peace and goodwill to thee and thine. Lend me your ear great chieft’n, I offer a fresh course to thy feast’n Hear the ingredients I render; Tasty bits, savory, sweet Bravery, cunning, and near defeat Our tale begins in darkness; A Dwarven path, hewn, unseen Nine heros, behind magic’s screen Heroes prepare the incursion Now From the sky, water falls. A boon, masking sounds of foot falls In silence we make our approach A guard, unaware, halts forward travail Faster than a thought, our druid assails Owl to man transformed, spear in hand Death, silently, quickly, hushed A Giant fails like men, life extinguished Still unknown, our heroes press on Into the stronghold we hurry Ever onward, life and death tarry Through closed doors, cries of joy and fear Heroes crash in, relentless Life and death adrift, as in stasis We stop, shock, surprised and in awe Ogres and Hill Giants, soldiers, kings Two score against nine, an even match?[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000](Sylvar shrugs melodramatically, to emphasize the question) (Sylvar uses Silent Image to magically produce a life size rendering of a Hill Giant)[/COLOR] [COLOR=#0000CD]In the middle, hung over flames, Breakfast, crying, begging MERCY!! Twain dwarfs, and a halfling, we, their hope Charging in, Dewydd, working fast Ogre one, dead, falling , two taps Severance Complete, base to caps We advance, pressing the attack Fireballs rending Giant flesh Caught by surprise, delayed giant reprise We, fully committed to this cause Inviting death to a waltz Unnoticed, those who would give us pause Nosnra, Delliak and a dire bear Elder’s Kanor and Kurok and Krag Also the Priestess Vulka, all were there Time, in battle, stands still it seems Fire burns flesh and steel rends limbs Spiked stones pierce Giant feet from below Walls of fire burn all who linger Striking with speed, a blitzkrieg Stunned giants stare, none can lift a finger Hapless Giants, with one named Nancy Begin chucking pots and pans, Fortunately none were fancy Ogres and Giants no longer surprised Moving slowly through spiked stones Attack our heroes with deadly blows But our heroes fair well, given the odds Weathering attacks with grace An unseen Tam stabbing ogres in the face Alas, battle is not pretty No one says it is easy Much less when Giants make things queasy A bog, by magic created Keeping our heroes in place Poor Tam Tammerlain, mud past his face. Thallok the Red does not throw fits Though wounded he jeers at the Ogre He slices and dices a dread Ogre in bits Still living, the Ogre is knowing Thallok comes, you must be right Or you won’t survive the fighting All creatures bleed, and writhe in pain But there is not time for that Here comes Tamtamarlain with his bow Evil Prince Delliak, mighty foe Must be dealt, a finite blow Hail Tamtamarlin, with his might bow!! [COLOR=#000000](Sylvar points at Tam)[/COLOR] The halfling, a giant slayer With two arrows from his hand Behold the giant falters, falling, slain We are triumphant in the moment But the battle is not won Lathir the druid, master of nature Calls forth flames from the vast nothing Some not dead, now transform Their bodies now soulless, scorched and torn Nosnra and Vulka still have breath Their anger kindled by the flames Summon a Drider, bringer of death. Cowards, Vulka and Nosnra flee To another room to plan Worry not, we will see them again Parry, Thrust, we fight with vigor [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000](Sylvar imitates a sword fight)[/COLOR] [COLOR=#0000CD]We hang by a single thread Death is near, and he favors our side We say, death before dishonor Prepared to fight to the end When suddenly appearing, flanking. Four strangers armed with steel (Sylvar holds up 4 fingers) Fighting with the dire Drider Foiled evil’s plan to divide us Drider distracted, Respen can repel Two arrows, quickly striking The drider beast, though slowly, did fail Thallok, Vale, Respen, Tam, US The newcomers and I, US We lay about us with magic and steel Giant and Ogre blood flow together Metallic smell of death, cooked. The mud, mire, magically dispelled [COLOR=#000000](Sylvar stops the chant and begins to narrate)[/COLOR] As the near battle closes, we take respite Death all around, some giants surrender Far off, a rebellion continues, though not our concern Showing battle prowess and compassion Thallok the red accepts surrender, sparing their lives. The giants retreat, and we continue, hunting for Nosnra and Vulka. It is said that the only certainty in life is death. This truth is found out by Nosnra and Vulka. They are found out. At the end of a long corridor. Flanked by grisly trophies. Man and beast, stuffed with sawdust and put on display. The displays strengthen our resolve, Nosnra and Vulka must die. We press the attack. (Sylvar acts out a battle, moving and swaying, parrying imaginary blows) The battle continues, magic and steel, vs magic and steel. Nosnra and Vulka are not alone. Two Giant handmaidens must fall as well. At long last Nosnra, Vulka and the two attendants lie still. Felled by our arrows and swords. Though we are wounded the days is ours. [/COLOR] Sylvar Purposefully leaves out the part where he nearly died and received the boon from Uller. Figuring that it might ruin the image of him as Thallok's servant. [COLOR=#000000]Sylvar bows, then produces his Lute and begins to entertain the crowd with song [gm] +1,500 xp. for this well-crafted ballad. [/gm] [/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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