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<blockquote data-quote="Tellerian Hawke" data-source="post: 7035823" data-attributes="member: 6790669"><p><strong>Party Memories & Recollections: Songs Sylvar Has Sung, Vol. I.</strong></p><p></p><p>[gm]</p><p><strong>DM NOTE:</strong> <strong><span style="color: #0000FF">Aust:</span></strong> Here is the recovered text from the webpage I was referring to at lunch. This is the scene where the party first encountered Sylvar, and he sang a song for his supper, so-to-speak. And an interesting tune it was!</p><p>[/gm]</p><p></p><p>[gm]</p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 15px"><p style="text-align: center">Sing A Song of Skorane.</p><p></span></strong></p><p><strong>Sylvar steps forward to shake your hand. <span style="color: #0000FF">"I apologize if my presence here startled you. The gate was open, and since I saw no guards, I came in, locked the gate, and have been standing guard here for about 3 hours, as a token of my enthusiasm."</span></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong>Sylvar (To Dewydd): <span style="color: #0000FF">"Well, he didn't know, in the strictest sense. He warned me that it was just a hunch; he said that you'd been inactive for several months, and that usually, when mercs do that, it's because they're getting ready to strike out on their own."</span></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong>Sylvar (To Dewydd): <span style="color: #0000FF">"Ah, the ruins of Skorane. I know a song about that place, would you like to hear it?"</span></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em><p style="text-align: center"><u>Without waiting for an answer, Sylvar begins to sing! He has a fine, baritone voice!</u></p><p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em><p style="text-align: center">Long ago, in gentler days, fair Skorane prospered, under Dyvers' gaze,</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>Abundance and mirth were had by all, til the day foul Velmir came to call;</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>Plague was rife, and good folks died, gone was fair Skorane, once Dyvers' pride,</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>But Velmir was felled, though mighty and great, by a fierce cabal called the Circle of Eight;</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>The plague was gone, but the ruins remained, Velmir was vanquished, but the rumors maintained,</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>Skorane was haunted, and cursed, and avoided, but 'twas a false rumor that bandits exploited;</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>But the bandits soon left, driven from there, by Baylex The Grim, evil Hextor's great heir,</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>This wretched, vile priest built a temple below, and lay undiscovered, great evil to sow;</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>'Til a misfit band discovered his plot, the taste of steel was what Baylex got,</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>His mistress, the demoness, fell to the brave band, and the rest of the temple to Margull's hand;</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>The forces of Dyvers came fast, like a wave, crashing on Skorane, with sword, shield, and glaive,</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>The town was razed, and the cultists were slain, and Skorane lay empty, always to remain;</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>Once, fair Skorane was a source of pride, but now it's a place for criminals to hide,</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>Too many times has evil dwelt there, abandoned, poor Skorane! and no longer fair;</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>Who knows what evil lurks there today? My friend, I beseech you, head not that way!</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>My friend, I beseech you, head not that way!</p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></p><p></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>After his song ends, Sylvar adds, <span style="color: #0000FF">"You'd be wise to bring a strong priest with you, if you're headed that way. I recently heard that the adventuring band known as <strong><em>The Seven of Steel </em></strong>will now need to change their name, to reflect the fact that two of them died there. They were tight-lipped about it, but I overheard something about hordes of zombies, living statues, and a giant spider... As for finding a priest, I hear that there's an Elven Temple not far from here, at the edge of the Gnarleywood, whose Curate has been known to hire himself out. Might be worth a shot."</span></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em>Vega smiles at Sylvar. <span style="color: #008080">"You have a smooth, pleasant voice, young <strong><em>Minnesänger</em></strong>,"</span> she says.</em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em><strong>Sylvar smiles, and replies: <span style="color: #0000FF">"Und Sie haben einen schönen Kopf des Feuers, meine Dame."</span></strong></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em><strong></strong></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em><strong>At that point, Vega looks both surprised, and embarrassed. <span style="color: #008080">"Your accent isn't perfect, but I see you've spent some time in the Frozen North?"</span></strong></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em><strong></strong></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p><strong><strong><strong><strong><em><strong><strong>Sylvar (To Vega): <span style="color: #0000FF">"Let's just say that such a topic is better suited for another day, my lady."</span></strong></strong></em></strong></strong></strong></strong></p><p>[/gm]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Tellerian Hawke, post: 7035823, member: 6790669"] [b]Party Memories & Recollections: Songs Sylvar Has Sung, Vol. I.[/b] [gm] [b]DM NOTE:[/b] [B][COLOR="#0000FF"]Aust:[/COLOR][/B] Here is the recovered text from the webpage I was referring to at lunch. This is the scene where the party first encountered Sylvar, and he sang a song for his supper, so-to-speak. And an interesting tune it was! [/gm] [gm] [B][SIZE=4][CENTER]Sing A Song of Skorane.[/CENTER][/SIZE] Sylvar steps forward to shake your hand. [COLOR=#0000FF]"I apologize if my presence here startled you. The gate was open, and since I saw no guards, I came in, locked the gate, and have been standing guard here for about 3 hours, as a token of my enthusiasm."[/COLOR] [B]Sylvar (To Dewydd): [COLOR=#0000FF]"Well, he didn't know, in the strictest sense. He warned me that it was just a hunch; he said that you'd been inactive for several months, and that usually, when mercs do that, it's because they're getting ready to strike out on their own."[/COLOR] [B]Sylvar (To Dewydd): [COLOR=#0000FF]"Ah, the ruins of Skorane. I know a song about that place, would you like to hear it?"[/COLOR] [B][I][CENTER][U]Without waiting for an answer, Sylvar begins to sing! He has a fine, baritone voice![/U][/CENTER] [/I] [I][CENTER]Long ago, in gentler days, fair Skorane prospered, under Dyvers' gaze, Abundance and mirth were had by all, til the day foul Velmir came to call; Plague was rife, and good folks died, gone was fair Skorane, once Dyvers' pride, But Velmir was felled, though mighty and great, by a fierce cabal called the Circle of Eight; The plague was gone, but the ruins remained, Velmir was vanquished, but the rumors maintained, Skorane was haunted, and cursed, and avoided, but 'twas a false rumor that bandits exploited; But the bandits soon left, driven from there, by Baylex The Grim, evil Hextor's great heir, This wretched, vile priest built a temple below, and lay undiscovered, great evil to sow; 'Til a misfit band discovered his plot, the taste of steel was what Baylex got, His mistress, the demoness, fell to the brave band, and the rest of the temple to Margull's hand; The forces of Dyvers came fast, like a wave, crashing on Skorane, with sword, shield, and glaive, The town was razed, and the cultists were slain, and Skorane lay empty, always to remain; Once, fair Skorane was a source of pride, but now it's a place for criminals to hide, Too many times has evil dwelt there, abandoned, poor Skorane! and no longer fair; Who knows what evil lurks there today? My friend, I beseech you, head not that way! My friend, I beseech you, head not that way! [/CENTER] After his song ends, Sylvar adds, [COLOR=#0000FF]"You'd be wise to bring a strong priest with you, if you're headed that way. I recently heard that the adventuring band known as [B][I]The Seven of Steel [/I][/B]will now need to change their name, to reflect the fact that two of them died there. They were tight-lipped about it, but I overheard something about hordes of zombies, living statues, and a giant spider... As for finding a priest, I hear that there's an Elven Temple not far from here, at the edge of the Gnarleywood, whose Curate has been known to hire himself out. Might be worth a shot."[/COLOR] Vega smiles at Sylvar. [COLOR=#008080]"You have a smooth, pleasant voice, young [B][I]Minnesänger[/I][/B],"[/COLOR] she says. [B]Sylvar smiles, and replies: [COLOR=#0000FF]"Und Sie haben einen schönen Kopf des Feuers, meine Dame."[/COLOR] At that point, Vega looks both surprised, and embarrassed. [COLOR=#008080]"Your accent isn't perfect, but I see you've spent some time in the Frozen North?"[/COLOR] [B]Sylvar (To Vega): [COLOR=#0000FF]"Let's just say that such a topic is better suited for another day, my lady."[/COLOR][/B][/B][/I][/B][/B][/B][/B] [/gm] [/QUOTE]
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