An Advertisement D’Amor
By Jonathan Haversham, Esq.

In Tyrangel County, there dwells a great bounty,
A feast for the eyes in all seasons.
If you meet up with Kate, and should ask her, her rate,
You’ll agree that it’s quite within reason.

Each brigand or matey would do well by Katie.
Each wizard or warrior, too.
For a reasonable price, you will reach paradise,
Or it’s equal, ‘ere Katie is through.

So relinquish your booty, and she’ll do her duty
With many a wink and a smile.
As those cool hands caress you, they’ll gently undress you
Of each battle and pot-hole filled mile.

When the urge is insistent and your lover’s too distant
Give fair Kathryn a call, she’ll be willin’.
She’s happy to mellow a generous fellow
(ahem) even a smooth rhyming villain.

So empty your wagon and toss back a flagon.
Visit Kathryn when next you’re in town.
I did, and was smitten - that’s why this was written.
I still owe the fair lady five crowns.

L.S.R.F.
By A.R.B.

She walks through the moonlight.
She walks all alone.
Her eyes, they are fiery.
Her hair, dark as coal.
A rogue and a blackheart,
A knight and a saint,
With temper of fire,
She’s a queen of restraint.
I’d call her my Lady Love,
Lady Love true.
If only she’d let me,
If only she knew.
But she does not see me,
Will not look my way.
And I cannot hold her,
Nor bid her to stay.

Father Zakhran
By Absinthe

"You are old, Father Zakhran," Mynavar said,
"You’re black and your hair is all white,
And yet you’re incessantly Lifing the dead -
Do ya think, for a dark elf, it’s right?"

"In my youth," Father Zakhran replied to the lad,
"I thought chaos was good for the brain,
But now that I’m perfectly certain it’s bad,
Then I’ll never cast chaos again."

A Ballad for Deimos and Snow
In Memoriam
By Larry Brewer

Black was the tarn, the moon was hid.
The wind was bitter cold.
It beat against the maiden’s cloak.
It tore her hair of gold.
"Fair cousin, do not stray too far,
This night is coarse and wild."
Yet words alone would not be proof
To stay the elfin child.
"We made a pact, did he and I.
- we’ll keep it, sure as our birth."
"Dear cousin, no. These past four weeks
Your grooms cold in the earth."
The maiden pulled her cloak about.
She ran, she shook her head.
Moaning, muttering all the while
"You lie - we will be wed."
She ran straight to the water’s edge.
A sudden stillness passed.
Deep within the maelstrom’s eye
The lake was polished glass.
The thinning edge that was the moon
Through tortured clouds did pry.
Still, of a single lamp-black hue
Was water, earth, and sky.
"It cannot be," the maiden mourned,
"You swore you’d keep our tryst."
The medallion had his corpse borne.
"I know that face I’ve kissed."
Out where the trail did join the lake’s
Plutonian liquid maw
Where, darkness shrouded, the old bridge stood
A glint the maiden saw.
"It is his medal! Dear heart, wait!
Hold fast, my love. I come!"
Her feet leapt for the bridge’s boards -
They never touched a one.
The ripples in the surface broke
The moonlight’s glittering patch.
Within the water’s cold embrace
The maiden sealed her match.
True love would ever bind the two
As darkness claimed them both.
Old boards are weak as maiden’s wits,
But water, strong as oaths.

Dampened Spirits
By Larry Brewer

As weary, wan, upon a wave-tossed deck
I fought to keep my ebbing pride aloft
My favored flask to waiting waves was lost
- From waning grasp to rail, then off this wreck.

In vain I scanned the sawing of the waves.
The ebon sores, erupting, showed no sign
Of the valiant liquor, now encased in brine
- Glass-coffin’d, surrendered now to wat’ry grave.

Forlorn, lost bereft of hope I cried,
Screamed a barbaric plea to the sea.
My sole remaining succor was ripped from me.
My drink - my friend - my last, best hope had died.

As, casting nets, a crewman plies his task
The brute finds my whiskey, and I retrieve my flask.

Fang
by Tyveysha Durendal

A solitary man, center of the crowd
Calls down a power beyond comprehension,
His body wracked with pain
Until balance is forced between power and control

Three forces join in one man.
Storytellers power,
One man’s will,
Planar forces to strike the balance.

He raises his head, eyes of black fire.
The Story begins
And destiny is shaped by mortal words.

The companions flow around him.
Take their places around the circle.
With careful steps, he moves through the luminous barrier

Corrupted power washes over the field with an angry light.
Draining the heroes, young and old.
Then his words cut through the air.
Strength, faith, hope - all return again.
The companions prepare to make their stand.

He raises his arms to the heavens,
Calls forth his foe.
The three forces turn their will,
Opposing the will of the chaos.

He calls upon his shadows, the deepest echoes of his soul.
Rage and anguish of a lifetime
Drown his foe in waves of agony.
He sees the enemy as all the foes of his life

Every sorrow, every loss.
The purifying flame pours forth from him,
Burning away his hate,
Destroying his foe,
Crushing it to the ground.

With the mind devoured only three elements remain
Power - Body - Spirit
It reacts with animal fury, fighting to stay.
Inky fury divides the champions.
Glowing power descends from above.

Splinters of chaos scatter amongst the heroes.
Though they fight divided,
The pureness of their cause prevails.
The heroes win, no losses taken.
The division fades.
The heroes unite.

One hero goes forth to end the body,
The victim steps up to cleanse the spirit.
The young ones with purity approach to drain the circle.
The older heroes to make the final blow.

The triad’s voice rings out one last time,
Reverberating in the awe-struck silence,
Declaring the victory of the companions
Forbidding the power to be used again.

Then the stone pillar of his body
Crumbles in mortal fatigue.
The Storyteller flees with his power
But the rod stays clutched in his exhausted grip.

While the companions rejoice,
A small party gathers up the drained man.
The final task remains -
Filling the void in his soul -
Repairing the rent left by the power and the pain -
Replacing it with love and gratitude.

We’re marching to battle
Unknown

This is the greatest army, that the world has ‘er beheld.
We will bring defeat and sorrow, to the foe who dared rebel.
They will sing of this great army, from Draelonde to Tyrangel.
For fame we’re marching on!

Forward, Forward on to battle!
Forward, Forward on to battle!
Forward, Forward on to battle!
For fame we’re marching on!

As we march we think of fam’ly, we have left behind at home.
And we look at friends beside us, as we march to the unknown.
If you keep your faith in comrades, you will never walk alone.
For friends we’re marching on!

Forward, Forward on to battle!
Forward, Forward on to battle!
Forward, Forward on to battle!
For friends we’re marching on!

We’ve marched from Burning Orchard, to the heart of Sutherland.
We have fought the liche’s army, like the lion in it’s den.
We await the final battle, when this noble war will end.
To win we’re marching on!

Forward, Forward on to battle!
Forward, Forward on to battle!
Forward, Forward on to battle!
For hope we’re marching on!

Ozzy de Man on de Dais
by Catahoula MacHine Baljar

I remember a day back in early July
In de place people call Tyrangel
Dere came Ozzy de Man on de Dais
Horrific an fearsome an fell.

His intention was to crush de ciddy
Neath his foot wit a big mighty stomp
But he foolishly met wit de Lady
Out dere in de Tyrangel swamp.

Light from dis Ozzy shone brightly
From his hands, an his eyes dey glowed red
Wit a shimmering nimbus a sickly green light
Playing about Ozzy’s head.

But de Lady was no to be frighten
For her courage is clearly de highest
An she leap forward, sword flashing fiercely
At Ozzy de Man on de Dais.

She stuck him one time an den struck him again
An a t’ird blow, a fourt blow, a fift
Death for the willain seemed certain,
But den was to open a rift.

De hands from de rift dey come reaching
Dis Ozzy to crush an to maim
But de Lady, in her righteous fury
Had her own plans for doing de same.

She fear no de horrible dark hands
As she quested for wengeance most truly
So she wrestle de hands right back into de rift
Like de ursines are wrestle by Houlie.

An de hands fled back in mortal terror
Afeared a de Seneschal’s strength
An de Lady den close up de rift wit her will
An den chastise dat Ozzy at length.

So now Ozzy de Man on de Dias
Can newer cause Tyrangel harm
An de ciddy need newer fear danger
For de strength a de Seneschal’s arm.

Willains will come and willains will go
Some stonelike, some misty, some gauzy
But dey always will fall to de crushing defeat
Dat de Lady haf giwen to Ozzy.

We’re marching on to battle (Absinthe’s version)
By Absinthe

This is the greatest army that the world has ever seen
We will bring defeat and sorrow ‘cause we all like being mean
Everybody knows that they hit first, and so our hands are clean
For fun we’re marching on!

Boredom, boredom, nothing else to do!
Boredom, boredom, nothing else to do!
Boredom, boredom, nothing else to do!
For fun we’re marching on!

As we march we think of fam’ly, only ours and never theirs
We’ve got villages to plunder and no time for petty cares
So divvy up the booty and be sure you get your share
For gold we’re marching on!

Treasure, treasure for the taking!
Treasure, treasure for the taking!
Treasure, treasure for the taking!
For gold we’re marching on!

I get so sentimental when I slaughter someone bad
All the flying blood and entrails makes my heart swell proud and glad
I’d say that war was noble, but I’ve never been that mad!
Bloodlust is marching on!

Gory, gory, disembowelments!
Gory, gory, disembowelments!
Gory, gory, disembowelments!
Bloodlust is marching on!

Rosalind
By Sebastian Malone

Her head held high, she leans against the building.
Ebon waves tumble over her shoulders,
Lit with silver touches in the moonlight.
Her black eyes glint with amusement
At the issuance of the challenge.
Her lips curve slowly with crimson cockiness.
Her black-gauntleted hand slips to her swordhilt
As she straightens, movements slow and easy,
Too sure to require speed.
She saunters over to her opponent
And her confidence washes over him.
He steps back, suddenly unsure of himself.
She tosses her silver-gilt hair back,
Draws her sword,
And flashes a cat-like smile.
The young man withdraws his challenge.
Scurries away with his head down,
Cheeks as red as her lips.
Alone, she sighs with relief
And laughs at her beautiful deceit.

The Dream
By A.

Where petals fall unseen
And words never tread
Thy visage captures all
My thoughts left unsaid

Amazement slowly grips
Wonder always holds
I watch thy dreaming trip
Body trembling with the cold

I dare not utter words
For mayhap it might break
The fragile silent chords
Of thy pale celestine state

Let not the world overcome me now
Lest I lose my vision
If awake thou would but tell me how
With articulate precision

Thy voice has always been
A beacon through my madness
Thy touch a welcome friend
To chase away the sadness

And never am I lonely
Thou art a part of me
Yet wish of thou only
See what I can see

Never truly disappointed
Though petty I may sound
My fear and anger thwarted
My true love I have found

But always I am afraid
In the smallness of my mind
I am chasing thee away
To a place I shall not find

So listen when I speak
Of the joy I have found
It always seems to strike
When thou art around

I love thee my dear Rosalind
With nothing more to say
I hope thou finds some pleasure
In the words I choose today

Phelan Kell
By Vine

Phelan Kell, he died this day
It is such a loss they say
But we shall miss his sparkling wit
Well, maybe just a little bit
Many friends sweet Phelan had
Even though his heart was bad
All of Tyrangel bow your head
Wretched Phelan Kell is dead.

Tiger
By Absinthe

Pussy cat pussy cat
Where have you been?
To the land of the fey and back again
Madness will get you in the end.

The Circle
By Vine

So the circle spins again
Past meets present in the end
Sing the tale along time past
When time it seemed to spin so fast
Fey would tremble in their tracks
Would say in whispers, "here walked Drax"
When humans cried out in their fright
"there’ll be no dawn. Drax rules tonight"
What did it seem to lesser men?
When foes became the fastest friends
For cowards hid none but their own
And let the hunted stand alone
Fey were caught for magics vile
Gaining naught but Drax’s smile
No mercy answered tortured cries
For those not born can never die
‘Till a gypsy found a way
Walked the path that led to fey
"By oldest ways I give my name
and ask that you should do the same
Share the blood and drink the wine
Join my family, join with mine."
No gift had ever been so pure
They drank the wine and made it sure
He spoke once more and called his friends
Only gaje in the end
"I’ve made them family, I speak true
the gaje now are kin to you."
Remember when we turned the tide
With fey and mortal side by side?
So the circle spins again
Past meets present in the end.

"What do you do with a drunken dark elf?"
unknown

What do you do with a drunken dark elf?
What do you do with a drunken dark elf?
What do you do with a drunken dark elf?
Early in the morning?

Take him to the liche and let ‘im taunt him,
Take him to the liche and let ‘im taunt him,
Take him to the liche and let ‘im taunt him,
Early in the morning.

Tie him to a troll and watch ‘em dance,
Tie him to a troll and watch ‘em dance,
Tie him to a troll and watch ‘em dance,
Early in the morning.

Throw him in a circle and watch ‘im flaw surf,
Throw him in a circle and watch ‘im flaw surf,
Throw him in a circle and watch ‘im flaw surf,
Early in the morning.

Trade ‘im to the gypsies for some beans,
Trade ‘im to the gypsies for some beans,
Trade ‘im to the gypsies for some beans,
Early in the morning.

Run like hell from the angry nobles,
Run like hell from the angry nobles,
Run like hell from the angry nobles,
Early in the morning.

Sonnet for the Heroes
By M.N.

This song is for two warriors, fair and brave
Against the greatest evil, played their valiant role
Their courage, honor, won for us the day
But to our grief, they paid the heroes’ toll.

But we must turn from weeping, though we mourn
Now we, in their example, must prevail
Because a loss so great could not be borne
If now our town should falter, now should fail

We shall take up the cause and persevere
For truly, nothing less to them we owe
Defend the freedom that was purchased dear
And we shall tell their tale, so all will know

How they so nobly fought, so nobly fell
How they so nobly died for Tyrangel

Itzy-Bitzy Spiders
By Absinthe

The itzy-bitzy spiders
They hatched in Phyrra’s mouth
Along came Macabre said
"Spit the spiders out"
Then the Anastazi
They crept around the Guild
They talked to Lady Phyrra
They’re talking to her still

Amaris
By Absinthe

A girl named Amaris Baeyear
Thought she knew all about fear
She learned from her father
Then Macabre got her
Only Madness can dry up those tears

The Litany of IX
By Absinthe

One day a group of adventurers will...
Sound the Horn of Holocaust
Follow the Spotted Horse
Past the Diamond Doors
Defeat the Drunken Dragon
And light the Pool of IX!

The Queens Lament
by Yuriko Katsu

One foot in shadow
the other in the light
Which way to turn
Which way to fight?
She looks upon the battle
Watching friends falling below
To be beaten unto daeth
By a most evil foe
The horror that befalls her
Is more than most could bear
All to fall on her shoulders
If only she could hate if only she did not care
"My jealousy has caused this mighty disaster
My greed divided my kingdom into this war
Only my hand may save us
Only my hand can clense the gore"
She picks up her emblazened shield
Arms herself with the mighty sword
Adorns her head with the ancient helm
And tightens the gilded cord

By Honor Bound
by Yuriko Katsu

She stands within the bloodvine field
among the springtime blossoms
The lake is still as death
an omen from above
She stands lost in thought
her ebony skin a stark contrast
to the liquid silver hair
Her kimono soiled from her trek
but she notices it not
Her mind is occupied with other thoughts
the words echo in her mind
Honor or friendship?
both are needed but only one is required
Honor or love?
both are found but only one is forever
Honor or life?
both are given but only one is sacrificed for the other
She ponders this but for a moment
Honor is upon her lips
as her hand falls away
from the bloodied sword

For Gwalchmai and Dove we cry
by Sabaka Krazny

Hear us howl, hear us cry
for on this night two wolven died.
Hear us howl, hear us sing,
let the forest around us ring!
Dove and Gwalchmai.

Not of my pack, I howl for him,
for wolven skin makes wolven kin.
Grandfather Wolf, for him we cry,
the wolven that we called Gwalchmai.
Still a pup, fire within
burning there in wolven skin,
wild eyed boy, where would you go?
too full of energy to ever know.
His judgement weak, for he was young;
But for his friends a courage strong.
short was life but his star was bright
so now he comes into your sight
and guide him now upon his way
for a wolven comes to you this day.
Grandfather Wolf, for him we cry,
The wolven that we called Gwalchmai.

Hear us howling, hear us cry
we are calling to the sky
howling to the shining moon
Grandfather Wolf,they have left too soon,
Dove and Gwalchmai.

For Dove I howl, once gypsy born,
Not only wolven her loss will mourn.
Grandfather Wolf,she comes your way
Dove has left us on this day.
Dove was old and often wise,
harsh and brusque to human eyes.
But deep within her wolven skin
a love of the land lay within.
For truth she fought and often bled
and fiercly fought to defend the land
and though first born a gypsy friend,
she was wolven in the end.
She could not stay without her son,
perhaps now she and he are one.
Grandfather Wolf, give our love
to the wolven that we knew as Dove.

Hear us howl, hear us cry
for on this night two wolven died.
Hear us howl, hear us sing,
let the forest around us ring!
Dove and Gwalchmai.

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