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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeremy E Grenemyer" data-source="post: 8227523" data-attributes="member: 12388">Some years ago I had an idea for a ballad about the death of Lord Woodbrand, once a King's Lord of Waymoot in Cormyr. He was beloved by his people, kept the peace by means of his wisdom and his prodigious strength. His death brought the place low and Waymoot hasn't really recovered since.(See post <a href="https://www.enworld.org/threads/5th-edition-and-cormyr-flexing-my-idea-muscle-and-thinking-out-loud.488643/page-5#post-7795888" target="_blank">#94</a> in this thread for a bit more about Waymoot in Woodbrand's absence.)Here's a snippet of song I wrote up, edited and changed a bit.The trolls are greenThe trolls are blue.They all bleed The same.The trolls are redThe trolls are white.They have Tiny brains.The trolls were blackThat flew the tower.Lord WoodbrandRacked with pain.They took his headFrom his shoulders.Left his body Engulfed in flame.Never did the Dragons findThe head of their King’s Lord.Never did a King appointA leader so adored.The trolls they howledInto the wood.Their trophyDripping blood.The Dragons chasedThrough the night.In the dark andIn the mud.In Waymoot townThe people mourned.Seeds of sadnessIn hearts were sown.It’s strength renewed, theTroll King roared.Woodbrand’s head Adorned it's throne. Never did the Dragons findThe head of their King’s Lord.Never did a King appointA leader so adored.</blockquote>