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Message: <blockquote data-quote="airwalkrr" data-source="post: 4405827" data-attributes="member: 12460">By the time Omar returned with skins full of water, the fire was roaring, the tents were pitched, and Hectar was already sleeping fast. Bostow stood warming some kind of stew by the flame while Alexa strummed a lovely tune from her lute. When she saw Omar approaching she smiled and began to sing of times past.Sit now, friends, and hear my tale,a story told beyond this vale,a mighty king, his majesty,was laid for all the world to see.Laotitus was his name,from noble birth and place he came,was borne a fire in his heart,for poetry and wondrous art.The Bard-King some have called him oft,a ruler fancied with his craft,a patron of the finer things,'tis said even in death he sings.His subjects loved him dearly so,he lavished them with grace and prose,he stood from balc'nies great and high,to tell his stories through the night.Cherished long his reign was held,a renaissance, they loved it well,the playwrights, poets, songsters all,came running quick to heed his call.A masterpiece he would erect,King Laotitus to perfect,the grandest hall in all the land,he pledged to craft by his own hand.He summoned artisans from 'round,the world to hear his trumpet sound,as he embarked upon the task,t'would make him glory in to bask.The years went by, the king grew old,but still his masterpiece he told,would dazzle all the greatest men,and ne'er such would be seen again.So as he neared his hundredth year,an ending of the job was clear,and once again he called the great,for his unveiling grandeur date.But as he'd toiled hard and long,to 'dorn the hall with finest song,a weakness orcs had spotted then,they could exploit the city to win.So as he set to celebrate,the city walls came down not late,and 'fore the king could show his work,the orcs laid waste to his effort.As Laotitus mortal lay,his great work ne're saw light of day,for pride had come and made him blind,to dangers real within his time.A cautionary tale, 'tis true,a warning told to me and you,spend not all days in craft and art,lest orcs should come to tear you 'part.Omar had been sitting quietly listening to this tale ever since he had returned. Alexa had a marvelous singing voice and her melodies were soothing to his ears. He was also struck by her beauty and charm. This was the first night she had sung, and he was glad. She must have known how dreary the journey was becoming for all of them."Bunch of hogwash," Bostow grunted, "propaganda against orc-kind if you ask me. The very idea," he said hotly, flicking out a thick piece of meat that had become stuck in his teeth during the song, "as if orcs can't appreciate art."*****</blockquote>

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