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Post by Duke Fontayne on Apr 1, 2010 9:00:26 GMT -5
A Mercenary Toast by Duke Fontayne
Here’s to those we love the most, Here’s to the stories we like to boast, Here’s to the coin that keeps us away, And here’s to the drink we buy with our pay.
This is the Battle by Duke Fontayne (A bit OOC)
Beat the drums, Sound the horn, This is the battle, For which we were born.
The men are trained, The weapons are honed, Let us pray, We don't get pwned.
Be quick of hand, And sharp of eye, This is the battle, Try not to die.
A Cutpurse Rhyme by Duke Fontayne
Look for the haughty, look for the proud, Keep your senses as you enter the crowd.
Approach the mark and appear to mingle, Listen for the pouch that has a slight jingle.
With a lift and a slice you loosen the purse, A nonchalant step puts you in reverse.
Ignore the cries, move steadily away, To the guards as they run, bid a good day.
A mischievous grin as you pay with your coin, To the very same merchant from whom you purloined.
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Post by Duke Fontayne on Apr 1, 2010 9:17:23 GMT -5
Broadsword Jethro Tull
I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black cloud that hides the sun.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman. Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing. Take women and children and bed them down.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman. Bless with a hard heart those who surround me. Bless the women and children who firm our hands. Put our backs to the north wind. Hold fast by the river. Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman. Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
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Post by Furyun on Apr 1, 2010 10:38:11 GMT -5
Blood gushes from the wound The cut is wide and deep And before I turn around He falls to his knees A clear song rings in the blade When steel meets hardened steel. I hear the sound of wood that breaks, A swords cuts through my shield. I drop the shield and grab my axe, A weapon in each fist. The first blow makes the helmet crack, The axe cut to the teeth. I rip the axe from the head, covered in blood and brains. Leave the body lying dead, Ready to strike again. My sword cuts through clothes and skin, Like a hot knife cuts through snow. I smile as the bastard screams, when I twist my sword. Sword in my hand, Axe on my side. Valhall awaits me, Soon I will die. Bear skin on my back, Wolf jaw on my head. Valhall awaits me when I'm dead. I raise my axe above my head, My eyes stare in furious rage. Yet more blood will be shed, This is a victorious day! Blood gushes from the wound, The cut is wide and deep. As I turn around, I fall to my knees. Sword in my hand, Axe on my side. Valhall awaits me, Soon I will die. Bear skin on my back, Wolf jaw on my head. Valhall awaits me when I'm dead. www.darklyrics.com/a/amonamarth.htmlAll day long
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Post by Osric on Apr 2, 2010 8:52:45 GMT -5
(great read gents)
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Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on Apr 4, 2010 0:40:33 GMT -5
Black Sail and Black Flag The anthem of the Pirate Lord Wulfsige's ill reputed Night Orchid
Let loose the black sail and let fly the black flag under whose banners we hail. (Yo ho!) From the North to the East and the West we do plunder to the South for great fortune we sail! (Yo ho!)
Yo ho! (Yo ho!) The blood in the air do our enemies smell, do they fear! (Yo ho!) Yo ho! (Yo ho!) Death's banner we fly as we feast on our enemies' tears! (Yea!)
Some call us evil, and some call us vile and yet others take flight in the night, (Yo ho!) as we rape and we pillage and take what is ours for what's yours is now ours by right! (Yo ho!)
Yo ho! (Yo ho!) The blood in the air do our enemies smell, do they fear! (Yo ho!) Yo ho! (Yo ho!) Death's banner we fly as we feast on our enemies' tears! (Yea!)
Vandals and Vikings and Saxons and Rus not tribe, and not caste, and not coin (Yo ho!) shall sever the bonds of this crew brave and bold 'til we meet with the depths of the brine! (Yo ho!)
Yo ho! (Yo ho!) The blood in the air do our enemies smell, do they fear! (Yo ho!) Yo ho! (Yo ho!) Death's banner we fly as we feast on our enemies' tears! (Again!)
Yo ho! (Yo ho!) The blood in the air do our enemies smell, do they fear! (Yo ho!) Yo ho! (Yo ho!) Death's banner we fly as we feast on our enemies' tears! (Yo ho!)
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Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on Apr 4, 2010 1:00:33 GMT -5
((good stuff guys, keep it coming! To Hel, we should prepare some of this stuff for Olympics and give Baethor and Greybeard a run for their money! Who says us godless heathens of the North can't stand with the best of the bards!? Waelhala!))
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Post by Rowan on Apr 4, 2010 9:49:43 GMT -5
Sharpened sword's bright blade. Shield and armor protect me. A warrior's life.
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Post by Rowan on Apr 4, 2010 9:52:57 GMT -5
Beserker screaming Rage is my Fuel and Weapon. Brutality's child.
((I love haiku))
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Post by Duke Fontayne on Apr 5, 2010 15:42:51 GMT -5
Dagorhir Acrostic Poem By: Duke Fontayne
D is for the dawn breaking, over the warrior camp. A is for the armies assembling on the grounds still damp. G is for the generals yelling, “Soldiers move your butts.” O is for the obstacles, be they rivers, trees, or ruts. R is for the realms, from which we all come from. H is for the heroics, of the brave or of the dumb. I is for the imagination, which we carry by the pail. R is for the revels, where we drink and tell our tale.
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Post by Rowan on Apr 5, 2010 21:50:13 GMT -5
+1 awesome point Duke. Keep this up and I'll start calling you a bard.
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Post by Creampuff on Apr 10, 2010 23:10:31 GMT -5
I WANT BARD POINTS!
Creampuff, Creampuff, hes our savage if he cant do it our camp is left to ravage!
He's no use for lager or ales ask for the time, and he'll tell you his tales
Creampuff the might Death jester he'll strike you down, your wounds to fester
again, i say, face him adn your fate is surely ill for none, shall match his unfatigued skill
dancing as a (haitian) princess with every kill more damage adn death than in Kill Bill ----*what ever that is*
Creampuff creampuff, he is your superior when hes on the field all days turn drearyier
Creampuff Creampuff, hes your master... bow to him or face...certain...disaster.
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Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on Apr 19, 2010 20:56:53 GMT -5
Ye done forgot the final verse:
Creampuff, Creampuff, oh what a laugh But if he doesn't shut up, Wulf will cut him in half!
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