*Kelth glared at the bundle of white cloth with the demonic-blade still in it, growling at it and speaking*
Yer hisses n whispers be poison´.....
yer desire tae be reunited wiv yer brother will be goin´ unfullfilled!.....
ye attacked me in a way most foul.....intrudin´ me very sooul......fer tha.....I am goin´ tae toss ye intae tha depths o´ liquid fire in ´ell.....
*Kelth glanced at the recorder in his hands he had obtained from the factotum in the Festhall*
T´is time.....I ´ope.....
Kelth McEwan, warrior poët
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*Kelth growled softly as he walked off from the outside bath with Naya, parting ways with her in a friendly way, waiting for her to walk around the corner before planting his fist in the wall of a house with a loud -thud- *
GAH!.... dammit, why is tha rotten thin' 'avin the upper 'and in Nastasia? FOK!
Be'er act soon......Sallazar threatenin' or nae......we're waitin' tae long!
*He then went off to the inn, leaving a written message for Deri in her letterbox*
GAH!.... dammit, why is tha rotten thin' 'avin the upper 'and in Nastasia? FOK!
Be'er act soon......Sallazar threatenin' or nae......we're waitin' tae long!
*He then went off to the inn, leaving a written message for Deri in her letterbox*
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"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!!!!!!!"
*with an upwards thrust Kelth ended the large devil deep in the tunnels of Minauros....Karath'Rok and Naya'Il skillfully entwining their attacks along with his*
*With an eerie howl, the beast slumped into it's death as Kelth withdrew his claymore from it's gut and raised it up, letting out a victory cry*
*Kelth grinned a wicked grin as the blood seeped from his face and chest, pleased to have ended so many of the dark kin along with his battle brother and sister in glorious battle......the foul devils had tried to invade his mind earlier......placing vile images into his mind.....having him awestruck for a long moment.....images....he kept to himself....the victory ensured that the images were locked away deeply in his mind once again......caught up in the combat high he was in now, back to the wicked grin on his face, enjoying the battle and fine battle companions*
*The devils clearly were in dismay, eager to slay the trio as they made their way back to the portal, but never quite fully succeeding...the trio had their backs locked together when needed and formed a line when the situation required such....without much words....they had worked as a small army, Kelth issueing a command every now and then, Naya and Karath complying without frowning at him.....and it had worked....Kelth commanded without coming across as a superior.....his voice rather ensuring that their attacks were focused on the same foe and to see to it that his friends would remain on their feet.....*
*Ofcourse....Kelth would not be Kelth if he did not ordered his dear friends to retreat before he would himself, ensuring their escape was safe.....was it a martyr residing inside of him? or was he simply that kind of leader in the past that put his own life before that of his own comrades?*
"I want to......slay me some demons AND devils....I have a mind to go to the Abyss...." *Naya had spoken*
*Kelth and Karath nodded , both seemingly more than willing to join that cause*
*Upon arrival in the Abyss, some familiar people were seen, but Naya, Karath and Kelth quickly marched towards their goal....the Pit Fiend.....the warlord....*
*The battle that ensued with the mighty beast was truely a battle worthy to be called epic.......Naya swinging her scythe at it with all her power, healing Karath and Kelth to her best skills and being the backbone of their small army........Karath simply was a flurry of axes, gracefully and with impact, grazing the beast to his best efforts.....Kelth, giving his all, slicing of bits of the beast with a wicked grin on his face, determined to rip out the heart of the vile beast.......
after hours and hours.....leaving the three nigh exhausted......the beast finally roared out in horrible pain as Kelth decapitated it.......silencing it abruptly*
*The trio retreated to the nearby cave.....tending to their wounds....and all three of them slowly dropping out of their victory haze......Kelth glanced at both of them with pride.....this was battle......this was worthy.......this was.....brother and sisterhood......*
*with an upwards thrust Kelth ended the large devil deep in the tunnels of Minauros....Karath'Rok and Naya'Il skillfully entwining their attacks along with his*
*With an eerie howl, the beast slumped into it's death as Kelth withdrew his claymore from it's gut and raised it up, letting out a victory cry*
*Kelth grinned a wicked grin as the blood seeped from his face and chest, pleased to have ended so many of the dark kin along with his battle brother and sister in glorious battle......the foul devils had tried to invade his mind earlier......placing vile images into his mind.....having him awestruck for a long moment.....images....he kept to himself....the victory ensured that the images were locked away deeply in his mind once again......caught up in the combat high he was in now, back to the wicked grin on his face, enjoying the battle and fine battle companions*
*The devils clearly were in dismay, eager to slay the trio as they made their way back to the portal, but never quite fully succeeding...the trio had their backs locked together when needed and formed a line when the situation required such....without much words....they had worked as a small army, Kelth issueing a command every now and then, Naya and Karath complying without frowning at him.....and it had worked....Kelth commanded without coming across as a superior.....his voice rather ensuring that their attacks were focused on the same foe and to see to it that his friends would remain on their feet.....*
*Ofcourse....Kelth would not be Kelth if he did not ordered his dear friends to retreat before he would himself, ensuring their escape was safe.....was it a martyr residing inside of him? or was he simply that kind of leader in the past that put his own life before that of his own comrades?*
"I want to......slay me some demons AND devils....I have a mind to go to the Abyss...." *Naya had spoken*
*Kelth and Karath nodded , both seemingly more than willing to join that cause*
*Upon arrival in the Abyss, some familiar people were seen, but Naya, Karath and Kelth quickly marched towards their goal....the Pit Fiend.....the warlord....*
*The battle that ensued with the mighty beast was truely a battle worthy to be called epic.......Naya swinging her scythe at it with all her power, healing Karath and Kelth to her best skills and being the backbone of their small army........Karath simply was a flurry of axes, gracefully and with impact, grazing the beast to his best efforts.....Kelth, giving his all, slicing of bits of the beast with a wicked grin on his face, determined to rip out the heart of the vile beast.......
after hours and hours.....leaving the three nigh exhausted......the beast finally roared out in horrible pain as Kelth decapitated it.......silencing it abruptly*
*The trio retreated to the nearby cave.....tending to their wounds....and all three of them slowly dropping out of their victory haze......Kelth glanced at both of them with pride.....this was battle......this was worthy.......this was.....brother and sisterhood......*
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*The slightest ring of tiny little bells attached to the laces of his boots could be heard as Kelth walked through the streets of Sigil....he had changed a lot...his stance filled with confidence and a glint in his eyes, filled with lust for life itself....that gigantic claymore resting on his shoulder during his adventures.....and a smile upon his face*
*He finally had cast that dark blade into the pits of the abyss...for Naya, Karath, Vorr and Cat to see..yet the Seer....she had revealed to him it still called out....but how??? how could this be? had it not been consumed by the very fires in that pit?? he had been too busy with business...but he would surely look her up....she had been right with her tellings so far.....mayhap she could tell him more......*
*Fighting demons and devils alike had become a personal vendetta for Kelth.....only because of that vile blade....it had invaded and violated his very core and he would make sure he got even with them for that....for Kelth being the man he is.....would leave no score unsettled.....inflict upon others what they inflict upon you....justice in own hands....*
*Kelth had been busy creating instruments of death.....Elrik seeking him out with a plea for help....his arms not working for him....Kelth discussed Elrik's wishes....appraising the man he trusted and even if they would not meet that often....came to see as a dear friend. Kelth began to work on a fine rapier....it's essence to match how he saw Elrik......
Kelth's style of working was one many a citizen had arched a brow upon....during his forging....he would sing.....
A flamin' sword struck tha lands
wiv furious lightnin' t' fell intae tha 'ands o' man
An' tha ancient foire came doown
doown from tha sky intae tha ground
Tha cloouds mooved aside as tha sword was cast from tha sky
Burnt by a mark o' fire, who shall make this find
An' tha grey cloouds were watchin' doown, doown from tha sky intae tha groound
...As tha shapes of light were droowned
Creatures started crawlin' from tha ashes an' smoke
an' tha night t'was cursed an' driftin' wivin tha winds so cold
An' tha knights from tha sea were marching doown
tae tha deep caverns doown, doown where tha old spells are foound
Tha war was groowin' in tha old lands an' toowns
from tha moountains war drums poounded wiv a defeanin' soound
They'll seek tha Sword forevermore, until in battle they'll fall
...Noow, hear tha battle's call
Who dares tae play wiv death?
Who smells tha dragon's breath?
Nae grief fer tha fallen ones....
Tha search fer tha sword t'as begun..
Great as tha moountains an' seas
Grim as tha earth an' oold trees
Made from tha glimmer o' golden lakes
Chained wiv fire tha' ne'er fades
Rocks an' stones they carve an' moould
when tha rivers run fierce an cold
May this chant'ne'er haunt yer past
fer this Sword is yers at last
Raise tha arms tha battle is near
Throough the mud an' waters clear
Tha blood is coloring tha lands again
A sign o' victory the wind will send...
..outpouring his emotion, passion and determination in his work....yet full aware...he had created yet another instrument of death...handing it over to Elrik, inclining his head as he held the rapier in it's sheath...Elrik taking it and payment was made...*
*Kelth had initiated a meeting with fellows of the craft.....proving fruitfull.....still a long road ahead....but his life was getting more full with activities...and he was enjoying it immensely...*
*He finally had cast that dark blade into the pits of the abyss...for Naya, Karath, Vorr and Cat to see..yet the Seer....she had revealed to him it still called out....but how??? how could this be? had it not been consumed by the very fires in that pit?? he had been too busy with business...but he would surely look her up....she had been right with her tellings so far.....mayhap she could tell him more......*
*Fighting demons and devils alike had become a personal vendetta for Kelth.....only because of that vile blade....it had invaded and violated his very core and he would make sure he got even with them for that....for Kelth being the man he is.....would leave no score unsettled.....inflict upon others what they inflict upon you....justice in own hands....*
*Kelth had been busy creating instruments of death.....Elrik seeking him out with a plea for help....his arms not working for him....Kelth discussed Elrik's wishes....appraising the man he trusted and even if they would not meet that often....came to see as a dear friend. Kelth began to work on a fine rapier....it's essence to match how he saw Elrik......
Kelth's style of working was one many a citizen had arched a brow upon....during his forging....he would sing.....
A flamin' sword struck tha lands
wiv furious lightnin' t' fell intae tha 'ands o' man
An' tha ancient foire came doown
doown from tha sky intae tha ground
Tha cloouds mooved aside as tha sword was cast from tha sky
Burnt by a mark o' fire, who shall make this find
An' tha grey cloouds were watchin' doown, doown from tha sky intae tha groound
...As tha shapes of light were droowned
Creatures started crawlin' from tha ashes an' smoke
an' tha night t'was cursed an' driftin' wivin tha winds so cold
An' tha knights from tha sea were marching doown
tae tha deep caverns doown, doown where tha old spells are foound
Tha war was groowin' in tha old lands an' toowns
from tha moountains war drums poounded wiv a defeanin' soound
They'll seek tha Sword forevermore, until in battle they'll fall
...Noow, hear tha battle's call
Who dares tae play wiv death?
Who smells tha dragon's breath?
Nae grief fer tha fallen ones....
Tha search fer tha sword t'as begun..
Great as tha moountains an' seas
Grim as tha earth an' oold trees
Made from tha glimmer o' golden lakes
Chained wiv fire tha' ne'er fades
Rocks an' stones they carve an' moould
when tha rivers run fierce an cold
May this chant'ne'er haunt yer past
fer this Sword is yers at last
Raise tha arms tha battle is near
Throough the mud an' waters clear
Tha blood is coloring tha lands again
A sign o' victory the wind will send...
..outpouring his emotion, passion and determination in his work....yet full aware...he had created yet another instrument of death...handing it over to Elrik, inclining his head as he held the rapier in it's sheath...Elrik taking it and payment was made...*
*Kelth had initiated a meeting with fellows of the craft.....proving fruitfull.....still a long road ahead....but his life was getting more full with activities...and he was enjoying it immensely...*
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* A plan...was made......Salazar and Kelth shook hands....Kelth being sure he had refound that battle brother he had known before.....he had been mistaken....understanding Sal's motives better now......
to fake death....for a friend......a small cost for freedom....and he would do it for all he held dearly.....*
to fake death....for a friend......a small cost for freedom....and he would do it for all he held dearly.....*
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break them?? .... *Kelth's eyes moistened* ohh lass..... *he glanced up at the ceiling, as if glancing to the heavens above*
" I need you to do this for me, friend.....please...." *Naya's plea flowed into the warrior poet's heart*
*after a long moment of thought....Kelth nodded*
I promised ye tha I would aid ye in becomin' stronger....
*his gaze locking with the warrior maiden in front of him*
Only one condition..... *as Kelth revealed his ideas to her*
" I need you to do this for me, friend.....please...." *Naya's plea flowed into the warrior poet's heart*
*after a long moment of thought....Kelth nodded*
I promised ye tha I would aid ye in becomin' stronger....
*his gaze locking with the warrior maiden in front of him*
Only one condition..... *as Kelth revealed his ideas to her*
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* After Kelth had explained the plan to both Naya and Karath...Karath and Kelth assumed their positions after putting all required items in place....*
*Silently.....softly...Kelth asked for forgiveness, to whom or which.....he did not quite know for himself...yet he did it regardless.....for on the count of three.....his and Karath's hammers thundered down in simultaneous movement...landing on the exact spots which needed breaking....the eerie sound of breaking bones reflected against the wall and statue in front of them...the cry that emitted from out Naya's throat caused a massive shiver down Kelth's spine...however, despite the pain it caused him inside...his determination to help his dearest friend ruled within him...his jaw fixed...taking the prepared mixture and rubbing it into her wound...untill all was spent, noticing Karath following his example*
*Then after, taking the bandage he had bought from the Godsmen...Kelth began to apply it and fixate the wing...a straining and time robbing task, yet, determined, Kelth focused on his task*
* T'was then that Naya....bleeding from lip...sobbing...attempted to grab the bottle he had brought just in case...he brought it to her grasping hand, opening it for her*
A quarter lass! nae more.... *as she gulped the fluid in, rapidly, taking in between a quarter and half of the bottle...spilling some from the corners of her mouth*
*Soon after, the effects of the most strongest of firewines he had in his collection...could be noted...Naya starting to stretch out her words...clearly in an altered state of mind...Kelth and Karath guided her back into a larger room with bath...Kelth wanting to ensure his dearest friend would have a good acommodation to heal in...*
*After sorting Naya out a bit, having her on her bed, laying on stomach, Kelth instructed Piri that she had the duty to take care of Naya now as well...Kelth promised to sort out the new room with Gundul and ensure that he would bring all important possessions back over to Naya's new room. Agreeing with Gundul that she could have a room like her old room back in the case Naya could not afford such a luxurous room herself after she was healed...Kelth had paid in advance for two weeks...Gundul inclining his head to Kelth...who by now would have become a familiar face to Gundul...the warrior poet practically living in his inn, performing every now and then, flirting with women..holding deep and interesting conversations with persons of all kinds, sharing thoughts and experiences... and slumping head first on the table after another night of heavy drinking*
*Kelth gave Karath a brotherly handshake...Karath clearly not used to such a custom...which made Kelth smile...Kelth would show patience in this...he was glad Karath was willing to allow such a gesture and after expressing mutual respect for one another...agreeing to future co-operation...they parted ways...as Kelth made his way to his own room*
*Silently.....softly...Kelth asked for forgiveness, to whom or which.....he did not quite know for himself...yet he did it regardless.....for on the count of three.....his and Karath's hammers thundered down in simultaneous movement...landing on the exact spots which needed breaking....the eerie sound of breaking bones reflected against the wall and statue in front of them...the cry that emitted from out Naya's throat caused a massive shiver down Kelth's spine...however, despite the pain it caused him inside...his determination to help his dearest friend ruled within him...his jaw fixed...taking the prepared mixture and rubbing it into her wound...untill all was spent, noticing Karath following his example*
*Then after, taking the bandage he had bought from the Godsmen...Kelth began to apply it and fixate the wing...a straining and time robbing task, yet, determined, Kelth focused on his task*
* T'was then that Naya....bleeding from lip...sobbing...attempted to grab the bottle he had brought just in case...he brought it to her grasping hand, opening it for her*
A quarter lass! nae more.... *as she gulped the fluid in, rapidly, taking in between a quarter and half of the bottle...spilling some from the corners of her mouth*
*Soon after, the effects of the most strongest of firewines he had in his collection...could be noted...Naya starting to stretch out her words...clearly in an altered state of mind...Kelth and Karath guided her back into a larger room with bath...Kelth wanting to ensure his dearest friend would have a good acommodation to heal in...*
*After sorting Naya out a bit, having her on her bed, laying on stomach, Kelth instructed Piri that she had the duty to take care of Naya now as well...Kelth promised to sort out the new room with Gundul and ensure that he would bring all important possessions back over to Naya's new room. Agreeing with Gundul that she could have a room like her old room back in the case Naya could not afford such a luxurous room herself after she was healed...Kelth had paid in advance for two weeks...Gundul inclining his head to Kelth...who by now would have become a familiar face to Gundul...the warrior poet practically living in his inn, performing every now and then, flirting with women..holding deep and interesting conversations with persons of all kinds, sharing thoughts and experiences... and slumping head first on the table after another night of heavy drinking*
*Kelth gave Karath a brotherly handshake...Karath clearly not used to such a custom...which made Kelth smile...Kelth would show patience in this...he was glad Karath was willing to allow such a gesture and after expressing mutual respect for one another...agreeing to future co-operation...they parted ways...as Kelth made his way to his own room*
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*Kelth mulled over those words spoken to him*
"It's obvious you lead....you speak....people listen"
Hmh....do I? I lead on tha fields....t'is wha' I've done.....t'is me destiny....lead in ba'lle......pr'tect me brothers an sisters in ba'lle....united....able tae achieve all we want tae.....t'gether.....
I nae lead in 'nother way....do I? *the question asked in the space of his room....staring at the wall*
*drawing smoke from his pipe...which he only smoked during those deep reflecting moments that came to pass every now and then...accompanied by a jug of mead....the drink he drank to get in a mellow state of mind rather than downright drunk as he would get from his favored firewine...*
I am Lion.....I rage on tha fields.....I pr'tect that which I 'old dear...I ooutpoour me passion in song, poetry an' life.....
I am rage.....I am passsion......I am calmth....I am tenderness....combined intae one......
I be a chosen O' Tha Morrigan.......I rage tha fields fer 'er....till tha ends o'time....till me spirit is set free by 'er....
"It's obvious you lead....you speak....people listen"
Hmh....do I? I lead on tha fields....t'is wha' I've done.....t'is me destiny....lead in ba'lle......pr'tect me brothers an sisters in ba'lle....united....able tae achieve all we want tae.....t'gether.....
I nae lead in 'nother way....do I? *the question asked in the space of his room....staring at the wall*
*drawing smoke from his pipe...which he only smoked during those deep reflecting moments that came to pass every now and then...accompanied by a jug of mead....the drink he drank to get in a mellow state of mind rather than downright drunk as he would get from his favored firewine...*
I am Lion.....I rage on tha fields.....I pr'tect that which I 'old dear...I ooutpoour me passion in song, poetry an' life.....
I am rage.....I am passsion......I am calmth....I am tenderness....combined intae one......
I be a chosen O' Tha Morrigan.......I rage tha fields fer 'er....till tha ends o'time....till me spirit is set free by 'er....
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On a random day...in the past week
*Kelth had wandered the slums of the hive....handing out jink (and the amount kept a secret) to a few women without husband and raising children....with a message to have them educated....become apprentice....help them shape a better future...as the rain poured down......one of the women offering him to sit with her under the shoddy lean-to with improvised walls she had to call her home..and eat a bowl of soup she had just prepared...*
*Kelth accepted the offer....remembering how tough life was with scarce food and shelter....but also knowing that declining the offer would insult her*
" Would ya tell me and ma son a poem, warriah poet?" *Her accent thick lower class, a near begging look in her eyes*
*Kelth, having finished that small bowl of soup...which tasted rather good....he nodded with a smile as he swallowed that final bit*
O'course lady....t'will be me 'onor....*as he scraped his throat* I will....tell you one I have learned from a warrior poet veteran.....me mentor.....a harper...nae one o'them secretive lads...but a true harp poet.....
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Hasten towards me, my booklet,
speckled writin' o' wholesome tale,
part nae from me,
since all others be fersakin' me...
Come, thou o' tha fair smooth pages,
firmly stitched taegether,
check me grief,
after tha loss o' that fair bright-cheeked company...
Bring with thee, as ye come,
me pen-case, ready, clean, brilliant,
filled wiv sharp dart-like pens,
limber-tipped, firm, an' newly trimmed...
Bring likewise paper an' cushion under me 'and,
whence writing is tae percolate,
upon tha smooth slope of the leaf,
a fine script, jet-black, uniform...
Bring with thee me verse-book,
o' fine classic Rashemen tongue,
tha' I may learn tha roots o' each tale,
branches o' valour an' fair knowledge...
Tha' I may recite learned lays,
o' tha clear knowledge o' kindred stocks,
each man's family tree,
exploits o' wonder an' travel...
Bring me 'andbook,
o' ordered arithmetic,
tha' I may number tha stars o' heaven,
an' hoow many days t'is since tha deluge...
Ferget nae tha musical branch,
red-timbered, dry, tuneful,
wailin', soft-voiced, sweet,
a slumberous lullaby tae tha 'eart...
Grant me tha gladsome lyre,
looud, brilliant, passionate,
polished, seasoned throoughoout,
fine-stringed, engraved all 'roound...
When I see tha graceful 'arp,
brown-shadoowed, great, smooth-curved,
under tha rushin' swift frenzy o' me fingers,
me 'eart t'is stirred...
So th't I 'ave played sparklin' melodies,
with tha tips o' my eager rapid fingers,
with notes clean, closely linked, grave,
nimble, hard-fingered, even...
Place me beautiful blade,
in me fair rooight 'and,
tha' I may put a firm battle-edge,
upon its shining sides all roound...
Bring me beautiful jewel o' a dagger,
blue-edged, bright, sharp-pointed,
wiv a sheath tightly corded,
tha case t'self be worthy tae contain it...
Often 'ere this 'ave I taken great delight.
in a smooth-lined, e'en chessboard,
pressin' against tha odds on it,
scattering an ordered host...
Casting dice from sun tae sun,
in succession like tha coourse o' a rushin' stream,
on tha checkered smooth polished booard,
lovely, pleasant, light...
When these days 'ave come aroound me,
they make me tae soar aloft,
so tha' in a brief space,
I traverse tha 'eavy-sodded world throoughoout...
Tha more shoould one love
this fair an' dear company,
fer tha against nae man,
do they use murmurin', arrogance or reproach...
I beseech peace wiv them, I bow tae them,
tha blessed smooth an' comely band,
above all I make a friend of my orphan,
who has nae left me all alone...
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*Kelth had spoken the words with a fond memory of this man who had taught him all lessons in being a warrior....his voice warm...deep...rasp....fondness of the man to be noted....both woman and child...had nodded off in a slumber....as Kelth covered them with a thick blanket he pulled out of his pack...*
Kin always buy me a new one....*he spoke as he slowly rose up, carefully placing the wooden plank, serving as some sort of door, back in front of the lean-to..making his way back to the bazaar*
*Kelth had wandered the slums of the hive....handing out jink (and the amount kept a secret) to a few women without husband and raising children....with a message to have them educated....become apprentice....help them shape a better future...as the rain poured down......one of the women offering him to sit with her under the shoddy lean-to with improvised walls she had to call her home..and eat a bowl of soup she had just prepared...*
*Kelth accepted the offer....remembering how tough life was with scarce food and shelter....but also knowing that declining the offer would insult her*
" Would ya tell me and ma son a poem, warriah poet?" *Her accent thick lower class, a near begging look in her eyes*
*Kelth, having finished that small bowl of soup...which tasted rather good....he nodded with a smile as he swallowed that final bit*
O'course lady....t'will be me 'onor....*as he scraped his throat* I will....tell you one I have learned from a warrior poet veteran.....me mentor.....a harper...nae one o'them secretive lads...but a true harp poet.....
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Hasten towards me, my booklet,
speckled writin' o' wholesome tale,
part nae from me,
since all others be fersakin' me...
Come, thou o' tha fair smooth pages,
firmly stitched taegether,
check me grief,
after tha loss o' that fair bright-cheeked company...
Bring with thee, as ye come,
me pen-case, ready, clean, brilliant,
filled wiv sharp dart-like pens,
limber-tipped, firm, an' newly trimmed...
Bring likewise paper an' cushion under me 'and,
whence writing is tae percolate,
upon tha smooth slope of the leaf,
a fine script, jet-black, uniform...
Bring with thee me verse-book,
o' fine classic Rashemen tongue,
tha' I may learn tha roots o' each tale,
branches o' valour an' fair knowledge...
Tha' I may recite learned lays,
o' tha clear knowledge o' kindred stocks,
each man's family tree,
exploits o' wonder an' travel...
Bring me 'andbook,
o' ordered arithmetic,
tha' I may number tha stars o' heaven,
an' hoow many days t'is since tha deluge...
Ferget nae tha musical branch,
red-timbered, dry, tuneful,
wailin', soft-voiced, sweet,
a slumberous lullaby tae tha 'eart...
Grant me tha gladsome lyre,
looud, brilliant, passionate,
polished, seasoned throoughoout,
fine-stringed, engraved all 'roound...
When I see tha graceful 'arp,
brown-shadoowed, great, smooth-curved,
under tha rushin' swift frenzy o' me fingers,
me 'eart t'is stirred...
So th't I 'ave played sparklin' melodies,
with tha tips o' my eager rapid fingers,
with notes clean, closely linked, grave,
nimble, hard-fingered, even...
Place me beautiful blade,
in me fair rooight 'and,
tha' I may put a firm battle-edge,
upon its shining sides all roound...
Bring me beautiful jewel o' a dagger,
blue-edged, bright, sharp-pointed,
wiv a sheath tightly corded,
tha case t'self be worthy tae contain it...
Often 'ere this 'ave I taken great delight.
in a smooth-lined, e'en chessboard,
pressin' against tha odds on it,
scattering an ordered host...
Casting dice from sun tae sun,
in succession like tha coourse o' a rushin' stream,
on tha checkered smooth polished booard,
lovely, pleasant, light...
When these days 'ave come aroound me,
they make me tae soar aloft,
so tha' in a brief space,
I traverse tha 'eavy-sodded world throoughoout...
Tha more shoould one love
this fair an' dear company,
fer tha against nae man,
do they use murmurin', arrogance or reproach...
I beseech peace wiv them, I bow tae them,
tha blessed smooth an' comely band,
above all I make a friend of my orphan,
who has nae left me all alone...
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*Kelth had spoken the words with a fond memory of this man who had taught him all lessons in being a warrior....his voice warm...deep...rasp....fondness of the man to be noted....both woman and child...had nodded off in a slumber....as Kelth covered them with a thick blanket he pulled out of his pack...*
Kin always buy me a new one....*he spoke as he slowly rose up, carefully placing the wooden plank, serving as some sort of door, back in front of the lean-to..making his way back to the bazaar*
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Tribute to the Morrigan
O'er hills an' o'er meadoows
see tha crow fly, feel 'er shadoow
O'er woods an' o'er moountains
searchin' fer a war
Her wings embrace each strife an' battle
where swords they clash an' chariots rattle
seeking oout tha one who's time
'as come tae take tha blade
Morrigan ancient crow of war
I see yer face, I'll cry nae more
Morrigan ancient crow of war
come lift me on yer wings
Morrigan ancient crow of war
I hear yer voice, I'll breathe nae more
Morrigan ancient crow of war
come set my spirit free....
Kill for Morrigan
Maim for Morrigan
Fight for Morrigan
and ye will
Slay for Morrigan
Die for Morrigan
Morrigan crow of war....
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O'er hills an' o'er meadoows
see tha crow fly, feel 'er shadoow
O'er woods an' o'er moountains
searchin' fer a war
Her wings embrace each strife an' battle
where swords they clash an' chariots rattle
seeking oout tha one who's time
'as come tae take tha blade
Morrigan ancient crow of war
I see yer face, I'll cry nae more
Morrigan ancient crow of war
come lift me on yer wings
Morrigan ancient crow of war
I hear yer voice, I'll breathe nae more
Morrigan ancient crow of war
come set my spirit free....
Kill for Morrigan
Maim for Morrigan
Fight for Morrigan
and ye will
Slay for Morrigan
Die for Morrigan
Morrigan crow of war....
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