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Hello everyone, how about a roleplaying poem? I'll start the first few lines:
Of yore a maiden fairer than spring Came upon the land Bearing a harp of gold of silver In her gentle hand The peasants were joyous to meet her And asked her to play Upon her harp, which she did so well They begged her to stay Would you like to continue? [img]smile.gif[/img] [ 02-09-2002: Message edited by: K T Ong ]</p> |
The harp she played so well, so sweet,
it soon was heard by all. And people came from far and near to hear the harpist's call. The king so bold, he heard of this And came to hear her play and thought, "A harpist fair as this must surely be of th' fay." He sent his men to catch her out And bring her to his bed. She eas'ly slipped from out their clutch And danced away, unled. [ 02-09-2002: Message edited by: Galadria ]</p> |
The men gave chase and the maiden fled
'Til they entered a wood Where upon a lake's crystal waters A comely warrior stood "Ho, friends," spake the mysterious stranger "What transpires here? Why pursue you all this lovely lass Face so distraught with fear?" |
She stood by him, her voice quite lost
Wond'ring what defiance would cost "Run, fair sir, before tis too late! To be a slave seems my sorrowful fate!" |
"Nay, 'twould be cowardice and shame
For one merely to stand And watch as acts of injustice Prevail upon the land. "Yet tell me now," asked the warrior "Ye men who chase this maid; Wherefore dost thou pursue her thus? Who sent thee, truth be said?" |
"The King us sent to fetch her back
To use her as he would. Resist us not, for we be strong And win you never could." Then spake the youth, "Why, by my troth, The king is in the wrong. Resist I shall, though to my death Be ye ne'er or not, so strong." So fought they then, and at the last, The King's men all were slain. "Ay, me, good sir," the lass exclaimed "Reward you would I fain." [ 02-09-2002: Message edited by: Galadria ]</p> |
They traveled far, o'er mountains high
And rivers deep and wide. Till finally, they came to see the Ocean's churning tide. The king grew ill, through thoughts of her And took him to his bed. "Send horsemen out, and spies and thieves To search for her," he said. The lovers dwelt beside the sea, And all the pleasures had. They never thought about the King, Or anything twas bad. |
And in due course she bore a child
Bright-eyed and full of cheer Beauteous like his father and mother With a voice sweet to hear Years passed; the child grew tall and strong The envy of all men Versed in his father's battle skills as no one ever can |
and yet, and yet to the south did bear,
a child so strong, and yet so fair, a match to dark, a friend to light, a warrioress to defend the right With gleaming sword, and truth upheld, she stalks the night, and day will dwell, to right the wrong, and uphold the right, watch your back, she stalks the night. |
Their child did hear, through rumors queer
Of the dark girl stalking the night And so he asked, with visiage grim His parent's blessing to fight. The King had died, long years ago, So safe they felt themselves. "My son," they said,"we'll send you forth But, first, you must visit the elves." The elves they armed him in plate of proof And further honed his skills. So, one fine day, they sent him forth To search the plains and hills. |
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