No more complaints! Live life to the fullest, as it is dealt to you! Instead, here is...
Fyrd Argentus's Song Book:
“Let Me Brew Ya” by Fyrd Argentus, (to the tune of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”)
Now you’d heard there was a secret rite,
To balance wins – it was just right,
But you don’t really care for combat, do ya?
It goes like this, a priest a tree,
An Imp or two – oh make it three,
But stronger players keep on blasting through ya.
(chorus) Let me brew ya, and give right to ya,
Some aged wiyya, it’s good to see-ee-ee ya.
Well maybe combat’s not for you
But I have learned a thing or two:
That it’s really not a shame that Miq outdrew ya.
And there’s no crime in love and war,
Don’t throw MD right out the door,
And play whatever dumb game Santa threw ya.
(chorus) Let me brew ya, and give right to ya,
Some aged wiyya, it’s good to see-ee-ee ya.
Your rite was strong but you needed loss,
At night you only turn and toss.
You wonder how it was that Ledah slew ya.
Your balance now it slips and slides,
Your VE drops and your knator hides,
You think MD is only out to fool ya.
(chorus) Let me brew ya, and give right to ya,
Some aged wiyya, it’s good to see-ee-ee ya.
You don’t think you’ll ever get it right,
Cause Mur will change it in the night,
Once the pattern of how it works comes to ya.
But when you’re down Fyrd comes along,
He smiles at you, he sings a song,
He gets out Bushie wine and gives it to ya.
(chorus) Let me brew ya, and give right to ya,
Some aged wiyya, it’s good to see-ee-ee ya.
Now I’ve done my best, I know it wasn’t much,
You can’t feel in the realm and you can’t touch,
But I’ve told the truth, I didn’t go MP6 just to fool ya.
And even though it all went wrong,
I’ll stand right here with this MD song,
With nothing to do but give this ale here to ya.
(chorus) Let me brew ya, and give right to ya,
Some aged wiyya, it’s good to see-ee-ee ya.
Put bushies hee-yah, add some wiyya,
Brew some bee-yah, and give it too-oo-oo ya.
(chorus) Let me brew ya, and give right to ya,
Some aged wiyya, it’s good to see-ee-ee ya.
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There once was a ghost from Necrovion
Whose armor was the skin of an onion
It halted no blade
But froze every Knave
With the stench of a fermenting Grassion.
Bright Windy doth run a clean Pub
Of the realm, you might call it the hub
You can get a cold beer
Or a smooch or a cheer
If Windy the right way you rub.
Dragual and Katt will soon Wed
But where in the realm will they Bed?
For to sleep in a bar
Near an old pickle jar
Would be stinky, or so it is said.
Passant has joined MDA
Because he wanted to say
Things of the realm
With me at the helm
Cause he wanted more than just pay
(I do hope he writes us some good articles)
Nad has a smelly old pit
Where he ground his foes faces a bit
But he found a new gig
For water to dig
To sell it all now he must sit
Fyrd Argentus: Shall I serenade you?
: Fyrd Argentus clears his throat and begins in a sing-song...
====================This story is true, if not totally consistent with the facts.
====================This story is true, if not totally consistent with the facts.
The Lay of the GGG
by Fyrd Argentus
The Golden Globe Gazebo is, the subject of this song,
And how the GGG did rise, and how it did go wrong,
Why some found life there in a win, and others sought to end,
What they saw as a mortal sin, so sought our wills to bend.
When MD Realm was new and all, first sought to find their way,
The elder players were on top, the younger they did slay.
The agony was fresh and new, no end they saw in sight
But some young men their plight did rue, they said this is not right.
A Brotherhood of Dark was formed, in need of a physician
In secret places they conspired, to better their position
No more would they be kicked and beat, no longer they would heed
They would not serve as Veteran's meat, they would no longer bleed.
The Brothers found their secrets dark, of war and of technique
That would their fighting spirit spark, and change their status bleak
They learned it fast and had to grin, as veterans came to fall
But all downtrodden wished to win, so sought to learn it all.
All who came to GGG, the Brothers did protect
The place of ritual pretend, and battles to elect
And so the beaten and the broke, came to the GGG
For they were safe, 'till "burst" they spoke, no further need to flee.
But then the Brotherhood did yearn, to seek a higher place,
Their lofty status they did earn, they pushed a higher pace,
So left they then the GGG, the others for to run
For better still they sought to be, and share their secrets, none.
New Warriors now had their own chance, to teach their creatures well,
In GGG they could advance, their numbers then did swell,
For without GGG their life, was toil without hope,
The Veterans gave them only strife, and hung them on a rope.
And then the Children even came, to grow up straight and nice
They never sought to play the game, of fighting cats and mice.
You see they sought a life of ease, their creatures won them praise
To garden grasans if you please, and winderwilds to raise.
One among the Veteran crew, saw trouble on this road
So many players lived and grew, but never grief had toed
They did not understand the lore, the Brotherhood had taught
Their fighting skills it seems were poor, their power served them not
So up a step he offered all, a place to learn to fight
Puzzle wars and ritual, to tackle and hit right
He said the GGG was bad, to fight the phony way
The GGG would drive all mad, to grind away all day.
But not all sought to raise them up, for loved they their position
They did not care to see young pup, advance in their ambition
So each tore down the GGG, for different stated reason
And sought to make the warriors flee, and said the place was treason.
The cat was first, she loved a fight, to make all others hate her.
To hold her back from any fight, was opposite her nature.
And Chaos brought in all the jerks, who crashed through GGG
Scattering all the careful works, hitting all that they could see.
But arrogance then came to town, the daddy of all boasts
Who bluntly said he'd shut it down, and murder all the hosts.
He said he'd teach them better forms, at willow's shop, you see,
If you'd crawl to him like baby worms, and sit on daddy's knee.
Now Mur above was silent still, he took no vocal stand
He said no word, to show his will, as lord of all the land
But note that all the children are, still safe from veterans' wraith
And all are taught to gently spar, by teacher in a bath
So now those who most need to learn, to stand up in a fight
Continue to their power earn, with ritual "not right".
And no more Warriors can be found, in GGG or Park
They do not bleed in no-mans-land, instead they work in dark.
Like Brothers then of old they toil, their practice they pursue
For Veterans make their blood to boil, the thought of them they rue
They grind their weapons and work as one, and wait for their big chance.
When tables turn and Veterans run, their day of sweet vengeance.
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Handy Pockets: But really Poppi. I did not mean to end up in the same room as your bath.
Handy Pockets: *keeps her eyes covered, trying not to look between her fingers* .
Handy Pockets: I will go to the Paper Cabin. I hope to see you again Poppi. But with a coat to match that hat maybe.
: Handy Pockets laughs
Handy Pockets: *waves* . see you later
: Poppi Chulloz smiles and waves back
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A Bard's Poem
I love to roam
On venture bold.
Life is a tome
Which you unfold.
Beneath the oak
In morning bright,
My spirit woke,
My step is light.
My lute I hold
I love to sing,
My story told
Before the King.
I broke a string.
I got no gold.
No glory bring,
I'm feeling old.
For I did choke
In fading light.
My shoes are broke,
My hair's a sight.
Now I am cold
I'll go back home.
My story's told,
We end the poem.
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the torch,
We have toppled GG's towers, we have singed cold Loreroot's earth
We are marching to Necrovion to flambee their cold dead King
With torch-es marching on.....
============ Windy's Song (apologies to Mary Travers' Jet Plane) ===============
Oh the Pub is packed, they're out the door,
King Lifeline's here, he's on the floor,
Already Windy's brew has done its job…..
See the glasses breaking, amidst jokes so low,
The music's loud, but the dancing's slow,
And through it all, Aaron's playing Hob…..
[Chorus]
*** So smooch me and smile for me
*** Beds available for a fee
*** No reason to be lonesome at the Pub
*** Because Windy's -- pub is open
*** Don't know when I'll be back again
*** Windy's -- pub is open
*** Don't know when I'll be back again
*** But soon – I'm sure – to go ----
Oh the Wind and Rain is what we call it
Grab a table and chair to sit
Just duck you head when food begins to fly...
Don't say "Booth" or "Snicker-snack"
Unless you want to join the pack
In fun and games and gossip of the times
[Chorus]
Oh Windy sometimes leaves the bar,
To go and see where her friends are
But always there's a welcome by the fire…
For everyone from time to time
Finds themselves here queued in line
To get some of -- Windy's liquid cheer…..
[Chorus]
===========Sagewoman (apologies to "The Lion King")===========
A limb away, a limb away, a limb away, a limb away (continues….)
In the forest, the Loreroot forest,
The Sage Woman rules the night.
In the forest, the Loreroot forest
She rules the stage with fright.
O-oooh-wo-oh, the guardians bow to her.
O-oooh-wo-oh, the gifts she has from Mur.
And when she's feeling, that special feeling,
She puts red on her lips.
When she's feeling, that special feeling,
She marks us with those lips.
O-oooh-wo-oh, the trees all march in line.
O-oooh-wo-oh, she makes us feel so fine.
But when she's hungry, so very hungry
You better watch your back.
When she's hungry, so very hungry
She'll surely eat your Drach.
O-oooh-wo-oh, the Knator runs in fright.
O-oooh-wo-oh, she'll eat you in a bite.
A limb away, a limb away, a limb away, a limb away (fades….)
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The Ents go marching one by one hurrah, hurray!, the Ents go marching one by one hurrah, hurray!
The Ents go marching one by one, the little one stopped to play cutler's fun
And they all went marching down, underground, to get out, of the game....
========= Ballad of Marind's Bell - Judge's Choice Award ===========
Marind's Bell's the Capitol,
With open arms it welcomes all,
Willow's Walk and Angien Hall,
Home of raucous Carnival,
Come see!
Struck by grandeur, bathed in light,
Moved to laugh or moved to fight,
Clothed in metal, wielding might,
Enjoying Life with great delight,
You'll be!
We are the gate to the MDA,
Champions fight or come to play,
Seat of mystery, some would say,
We'll hold the blight of shades at bay,
You'll see!
But do not think us all a Saint
For even Angiens have a taint
Paradise for sure this ain't
And rosey view I would not paint
For Thee!
Now peace is fleeting like the frost
By wars this land we did exhaust
And murder foul came with high cost
For Marind's soul now wanders lost
Poor she!
And ruined does the city lie
Perhaps to rise yet by and by,
Now truth it is so hard to spy
But don't despair and do not sigh,
I plea!
We guardians of a lost city
Find strength in our diversity
Marind's Folk in league, you see,
Champions of adversity
We'll be.
The Winderwild on graceful wing,
And Scout of Air, both news will bring,
While many Birds of cheer all sing,
Of winged tower and noble King,
From tree!
Heretic Archers by our side
Speak truth to all and never lied
For truth to show and never hide
Is what you'll seek if here abide
With me!
Angiens flare beside the shrine
And Elementals form a line
Here by a lake of tears of brine
This is the home that I'd call mine
With thee!
==========Seekers of Enlightenment Ballad==========
The Seekers of Enlightenment
Find wisdom in experiment
Or in historic document
With old and wrinkled page.
But dusty shelves are not our lot
We seek what's happened on the spot
Stay-at-homes, you see, we're not
How else can truth we gauge?
We climb the Champion's Challenge stair
By contemplative willows fair
Or raucous carnival we dare
For knowledge of the sage,
Brilliant light of Angien
Or silent glide of Knator's run
Clever wit or Joker's fun
All wonders of our age.
We seek the meaning in a look
Or cryptic footnote in a book
Spy bloody footprint in a brook
To learn's our highest wage.
No limits to our hunt accept
No stone unturned, no secret kept
To dizzy heights our minds have leapt
For thought observes no cage.
In sealed dome or dusty cave
Mountain top or temple's nave
Until we lie in dusty grave
Against the dark we'll rage.
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They're creepy and they're kooky,
Mysterious and spooky,
They're all together ooky,
Necrovian decay!
Da-da-da-da! Stoop, hunch,
Da-da-da-da! Snap, crunch,
Da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da, Bite, munch!
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: Fyrd Argentus dumps a collection of musical instruments, props, and devices of mysterious function on a table.
: Fyrd Argentus strikes a chord on his unicorn-haired mithril autoharp and begins a song.
So Lifeline did once become King
"Oh Joy!" his subjects did sing
In Marind's great Bell
We find him quite swell
For peace to the land he will bring
Windy a pub she does own
And everyone asks for a loan
To buy us some beer
And to spread all good cheer
Though the flavor is often unknown
: The Black Rose walks in
Fyrd Argentus: Roses are evidently not red
Fyrd Argentus: And violets are not for you
Fyrd Argentus: For when all is done and said
: The Black Rose raises an eyebrow
Fyrd Argentus: Mundane flowers you escew.
The Black Rose sighs and walks over to the bar
The Black Rose: poetry is an art try not to ruin it
: Fyrd Argentus begins to attempt to tune said autoharp - that was awful.
Oh Nylah was such a great sister
It says on the list of what pissed her
She's finding a way
So that she can say
To the ghosts that she earned every blister
(That's the ghosts of those that had kissed her)
My Master is really quite swell
And throws a coin in the well
A wish for to make
On the path he does take
To Loreroot on his way back from Hell.
========= The End of the Songbook (for now) ==============
Fyrd Argentus's RP Musical Instruments:
I have always delighted in the manufacture of new and unusual devices and muscial instruments. Wind powered fountains that make music with their water wheels are my ultimate conception, still in design, but my slide flute, chromatic close-end copper pan pipes, bellows-driven crumb-horn, and upright bowed tin-head banjo are legendary (as are the students I helped to win first in State with these marvelous devices). With these incredibly lucrative RL career victories under my belt (sarcasm), I've been able to afford to travel to mystic lands like MagicDuel. See details of my story in the [=] document.
[Fire] Unicorn-haired, mithril-bodied autoharp.
[Air] Hollowed-out Knator-bone flute, with decorative witherwind feathers.
[Earth] Bodhran made with loreroot oakwood body and Knator-hide drumheads.
[Water] Bagpipes made from some strange rubbery hide and glassy pipes.
I also carry an endless supply of colorful paper for musical notes and origami .
Sorry in advance for the sound of tuning -- autoharps are normally quite difficult, but this unicorn-haired mithril job is a piece of work. The unicorn hair is tough yet flexible, and constantly changes tension in the humid fogs that roll in from the Angien Shrine. The mithril body is of course immutable and unforgiving, and amplifies every change in the silvery hairs it is strung with.
People of Marind's Bell that I need to get to know better as MDA Envoy, so I can satirize them :)
AqlBeast (gone?)
Cless
Unbelievable Power (gone?)
Jtz Champion -- All I know is, loves Drachs.
Laz / Unknown Entity
Emerald Arcanix -- Fascinating Feline Fixation Fetish
*Observer* / Lightsage -- Sends us random numbers and pretends it's a puzzle.
Dayredeemer
Poppi Chulloz -- The scariest avatar, and went 3 months without attacking...?
Orlando Gardiner
Handy Pockets -- So what sort of profession needs so many pockets? Tinkerer? Watch calibrator? Money changer? Artist?
North Equilibrium
kupal
Redd -- Did everything except what he was accused of.
Starsailor
Chewett -- Achieved the impossible.
Izuel
