Grigori

Stoned to death for treason in New Castle.

On his journey to New Castle he came across a youngling troll. The beast slew his horse and Grigori was quite sure he was going to meet his end until rescued by the Viridian Guard.

He offered to buy them a round at the nearest public house and at their request sang them an old chestnut of mirth:

Seems once there was a Herald
He’d stood too long in the sun.
He went to tournament
To have a little fun
Said Herald brought a lute
With which he sang this rant
“Who says that Heralds cannot pun?
But they can only Cant!”

He found a quiet corner
Near a Bardic Circle’s beat.
He stood up in his great big boots
(And that was no small feat)
He played and sang most pun-ishly
And did so night and day
And yet with all his singing,
He did not shout “Oyez!”

His lyrics – they were lousy
His tune – well it was worse
His language was most vile and foul
And more so every verse!
He kept up with his singing
Until the King’s Guard came
They told him “You must come with us
This in the Queen’s own name.”

They brought the punning Herald
To the Queen’s pavilion nigh
He bowed unto Her Majesty
And saw wrath in Her eye.
She said, “You do offend me
With the verses that you sing.
Go ye, and pun nevermore
Or from a yardarm swing.”

The sweating Herald left her
And his heart was beating fast.
He was wont to make more jokes
But his next, it was his Last!
The Guard said, “If you want to live
No more of the songs you sang.”
The he said, “No noose is good news….”
And smiling he was hanged!

Riverman Curse

Many years back when the ironwoods were young
Not long after the Northmen had come
A low and evil deed was done
In the dark of the Narlmarches
In the dark of the Narlmarches

Above the shores of Candlemere King Azrillius came
To Greenbelt fair, Staglord to slay
With greed in his heart and his scurrilous claim
He took the land for his own
He took the land for his own

Now John was a blacksmith, an honest old man
He raised up his children and worked with his hands
At his family’s forge in the patch of land
In the dark of the Narlmarches
In the dark of the Narlmarches

Now King Azrillius rode out after victory
To ravage the land in his hunger to thieve
For hunting grounds in the Ironwood trees
He took the land for his own
He took the land for his own

But if you steal the land of an Riverman
Then you will know this curse
Your first born son’s warm blood will run
Upon the forest dirt
Upon the forest dirt

King Azarilius’s son called Rufus the Red
He took up the crown when his father was dead
And he rode the hunting grounds in his stead
In the dark of the Narlmarches
In the dark of the Narlmarches

But John’s curse it called out , Erastil fired low
The arrow struck Ruffus with a sickening blow
And he fell from his horse to the ground below
And the land took him for it’s own
And the land took himofr it’s own

So if you steal the land of an Riverman
Then you will know this curse
Your first born son’s warm blood will run
Upon the forest dirt
Upon the forset dirt

Many years back when the Ironwoods were young
Not long after the Northmen had come
A low and evil deed was done
In the dark of the Narlmarches
In the dark of the Narlmarches

Grigori

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