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Title: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Raiden Morana on April 26, 2007, 12:41:16 pm Nay need ter panic! We slaughtered all the damn necromancers years ago!
Do you speak with thick accent of a northern lad or lass yet sing with the voice of an angel? Guards and civilians too need their spirits raising from time to time and what better way to do it than through poetry or song. Write a short poem or song about some aspect of Covian life. Will you sing of a brave guardsman lost in battle? The fair maid who picks cotton in the fields? The choice is yours. You may well be asked to perform it live... For a few extra shillings. Conditions. *Write a short Covian themed song or poem and post it below. *You may or may not be asked to perform your work before a gathering of Covians. Reward. Shillings will be awarded for you work and some extra for a live performance. Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Ileana Leontine on April 29, 2007, 04:32:49 pm There once was a man from Yew,
Who to the town was rather new. He saw a Yew Guard Attack a young bard and said "Stonekeep is like a zoo!" Nay performance. Not the show type. Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Raiden Morana on April 29, 2007, 09:43:21 pm Uhmmm... Short and err...sweet... Uhmmm.
25 Shillings Awarded - Anton Kiefer Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Teagan Grayner on April 30, 2007, 06:09:38 pm To and fro to and fro,
the Covian Navy did row. Unfurl the sail and swab the deck. Lieutenant Eason keeps it all in check. Clip clop clipety clop, the Covian dragoons do ride, faster than a turning tide. Lead by a man full of pride. Clad in green they move, Unseen to those around. The Covian Scouts hide down near the ground, The one in charge, does bite hard, So be on your guard. Their arms are bonze, their intentions are good. The Grenadiers protect the Baron, and they protect him well. Enemys of the Baron they do fell. Thats my song , take it or leave it! Teagan Grayner Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Raiden Morana on April 30, 2007, 06:25:41 pm Har! 'Tis a catchy tune Miss Teagan.
50 Shillings awarded - Teagan Grayner Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Kyte on May 13, 2007, 04:13:55 am In the days of old,
where knights were bold, and toilets were not invented, they left their load, upon the road, and walked away contented! *~Signed~* Kyte Har! Tha's a good one there.. *Nods unsteadily, and walks away drunkenly* Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Raiden Morana on May 13, 2007, 08:34:15 pm Uhmm... It is... err... catchy.
*coughs* 30 Shillings awarded - Kyte. Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Vince Valentine on May 14, 2007, 08:34:18 am My song is about the brave Dragoon Sergeant Hoagie Grayner. It's an upbeat number best accompanied by a fast lute player.
*Sung gently* Who's that dashing fellow, The man who rides a horse, He really knows his swordsmanship, He never strays off course.... Never strays off course, never strays off course, never strays off course... *Sung quickly* I need a Hoagie, *Thunderclap* I'm holding out for a Hoagie 'til the end of the night, He's gotta be mean, He's gotta be lean He has to know how to fiiiight Somewhere out near altmere, Is an ogre causing woe, Here come Hoagie, like a cat, To make the ogre go Make the ogre go, make the ogre go, make the ogre goooooo.... I need a Hoagie *Thunderclap* I'm holding out for a Hoagie 'til the morning comes Stout of heart, fast as wind, And such fantastic buns Such Fantastic Buns, such Fantastic buns, Such fantastic buuuuuns *Instrumental, leading to fade out I hope it's up to scratch, I've been told my songwriting leaves a little to be desired. *Gives a worried look* *Signed in Bubbly writing* Sunset Dubrey Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Raiden Morana on May 14, 2007, 08:55:08 am *Raiden reads the ditty whilst enjoying a well deserved ale. He nods along to the verse until...*
*coughs* *splutters* *gasps for air* Lean... Mean... Hoagie... BUNS!!! *regains his composure* Quite right too Miss Dubrey... Certainly raised my spirits! *winks* 50 Shillings awarded - Sunset Dubrey. Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Jakob Stoke on May 14, 2007, 09:35:05 am "The Ballad of Fat Morgan Poole"
The Village green was empty The people hid away They crouched in fear and waited For it was Hunting Day The dreadful wyrm Valscaroth Awoke within his lair His belly grumbled once a year With hunger hard to bear So every year a-screaming He rose into the skies To feast on frightened cattle And to gnaw on children's eyes Until the day Fat Morgan Poole The barman at the inn Climbed out to meet Valscaroth With a bottle and a grin Valscaroth roared and laughed with fire For Morgan was so small Valscaroth thought him easy prey Though only 4 foot tall But Morgan was a clever lad He held the bottle high "In here I've got your Mother, wyrm" Told Morgan with a cry Valscaroth twitched his mighty tail Which knocked the two houses down He looked at him with baleful eyes And made a loathsome sound "I don't believe you" quoth the drake Drawing in a breath "But you'll make a lovely entrée to My barbecue of death" Morgan was a fearless chap "You asked for it," said he He pulled the stopper from the flask And shook the mother free She rose and grew to 50 feet Her scales were old and grey "SON" she cried "You naughty boy, You locked your Mum away" Valscaroth roared and turned and fled And flew so far away So his mother couldn't nag him About not writing every day The mother snorted "Naughty boy" And gobbled Morgan down She ate up all the Village folk And burned it to the ground She flew away to hunt some cows, Which proves I think you'll find That its probably best not to mess With hungry dragonkind Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Raiden Morana on May 14, 2007, 02:43:21 pm Aye, a grand tale Recruit and a lesson to us all...
If ye see a dragon slay it! Alas fine a tale as it is, I can only award Shillings to civilians. But good stuff nonetheless. *signed* Raiden, Grenadier Corporal. Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: qom_riyadh on June 03, 2007, 12:05:45 pm When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the wages are low, and expectations high, And you want to advance, but harder you must try, When Commander is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out. Don't give up though the pace seems slow, You might succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out, The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far. So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, It's when things seem worse, that you must not quit. Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Raiden Morana on June 03, 2007, 12:18:01 pm 50 Shillings awarded - Qom Riyadh
Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: Raiden Morana on June 19, 2007, 07:53:07 am Alas, due to business commitments I will not be able to attend the poetry night on Wednesday eve.
As a man of culture and refinement I would have loved to have taken part. However, before I set sail on business, I would leave you with this little ditty! I hear tell of the warriors from Vesper, 'Tis rumoured that they're all cross-dressers, 'Tis an awesome sight, when these warriors do fight, But at night, they call eachother Vanessa! Ho Ho! *signed flamboyantly* Amon Jarl, Burgher. AJ TRADING. Title: Re: Raising Covian Spirits Post by: qom_riyadh on June 19, 2007, 08:12:21 am *chuckles*
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