[TT] A bard has attached himself to a roving warrior to write a saga about his adventures

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OOH-

Brave of brave: Sir Battlemage! The Captain of the Guard.

Did shout and order, voice aloud- To those who lead the charge.

To stop! To Cease! To turn and flee! Before that longest mile!

But the noble Cavalry did disobey, for glory on the horns,

And men did fall, and steed did scream, beneath that early moooooooorn...

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♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ The Lute plays classic tune, arpeggios with careful humming fashion. ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬

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But brave oh brave Sir Battlemage, was not defeated yet.

So he did climb upon the wall, with curse and spit and sweat!

To look down on the city there, to shout "It shall not fall!"

And on his cry, the men did cheer, while heeding his mighty call.

Then archers bent their bows and string, with arrows set to flight

And on his word, those shafts took wind- and then began the fight.

For far below- the ghouls and death, grew thick with rot and stale,

Crying out with grasping bones, to breach our sacred veil.

Yet Brave oh brave Sir Battlemage! The Guardian of the Heir!

Gnashed his teeth and raised his fist, with anger in his stare!

On his shout, those Bones and teeth- long bleached upon the sun,

Shrieked and screamed with blackened hate, as their time did come.

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♪ ♫ ♩ ♬

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Beneath the rain of arrows, the sky grew dark with shadeeeee

And the forces of the damned did fall, corpse atop of fade.

But further rallied, horde upon horde- more did stumble towards

And arrows soon ran out, beneath the emptied storage.

Buuuuuuuuuuuut

Brave oh Brave Sir Battlemage, did have one final plan!

And from his team of faithful friends, he called forth a trusted man.

A wizard of great power and strength, who owed him life and soul!

To pour down fire from the walls, with harsh and darkened smokeeeeee

Then men did cheer! The women wept! And tears of joy did fall!

The devil's work of the blackened west, was burned to cinders- all!

Victory! Upon the wall! The city was to stand!

The people shouted, and raised they hands- with praise across the laaaaaaaand

But Brave oh brave Sir Battlemage stood-fast upon the stone.

He cast his eyes out to the far, and then called out to the throne!

"Bring me your traders! Your Mages! Your ash! There's little time to waste!

And all about his great command, those soldiers did make haste.

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♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ Lute plays classic tune, serious mood taking over the joyful strum, quieting even the rowdiest of the bar to attentive silence. ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬

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Oh wise, oh brave: The Battlemage, did shout his orders clear.

By mind and grit and magics still, he took what they held dear!

A substance that was black as smoke, a sand was mixed with ashes,

Crafted and set within an oaken chest, to be readied by the masses.

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The entire Tarvern joins in with hearty shouts!

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"SO it is! The Dragon nears! This ancient and dreadful beast!"

"But Have no fear, just faith in me: for I will defend the East!"

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The cheers raise with glasses and mugs, noise almost overtaking the chords before falling back to silence, all eyes upon the lute and bard.

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So we watched, all terrified- and fearful as they come...

We watched the Mage who stood alone! To be sure the job was done!

A single man, with eye held stern! He stood atop the gates!

To single-handily face the beast that shook the ground with weight!

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The sound stops dead, as the bard rises from his chair- feet stomping upon the wooden stage with violence. Chord strumming on each "thump."

Once... Twice... Three times!

The whole bar joins in at once as the Bard throws back his head to shout aloud:

ROOOOOOOOOAR

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Unafraid- and suddenly! With a mighty kick, the chest was thrown asunder!

And with a single spark of power- all we heard was thunder.

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The Bard bows, letting their final chord ring out and resonate amid the crowded tavern. Cheers and coins fling themselves with shouts and praise for another round.

♪ OOOOOH-

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Tried my best

Writer's note: I'm trying to work this out on guitar. Nothing fancy, but I thought I would share what I managed to come up with.

Feels a bit too sad. Minor chords will do that though.

Dm

Brave of brave: Sir Battlemage!

Gm

The Captain of the Guard.

Bf

Did shout and order,

A

voice aloud

Dm

To those who lead the charge.

Dm

To stop!-

Dm

To Cease!-

Bf - A

To turn and flee!

Dm - C - bf - A

Befoooooore that longest miiiiiiiiiiiiile!

Dm Gm

But the noble Cavalry did disobey, for glory on the horns,

Bf A Dm

And men did fall, and steed did scream, beneath that early moooooooorn...

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Dm Gm Bf A Dm

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Dm Gm

But brave oh brave Sir Battlemage, was not defeated yet.

Bf A Dm

So he did climb upon the wall, with curse and spit and sweat!

Dm C

To look down on the city there, to shout "It shall not fall!"

Bf A Dm

And on his cry, the men did cheer, while heeding his mighty call.

C A

Then archers bent their bows and string, with arrows set to flight

Gm F

And on his word, those shafts took wind- and then began the fight.

Dm Gm

For far below- the ghouls and death, grew thick with rot and stale,

Bf A Dm

Crying out with grasping bones, to breach our sacred veil.

Dm Gm

Yet Brave oh brave Sir Battlemage! The Guardian of the Heir!

Bf A Dm

Gnashed his teeth and raised his fist, with anger in his stare!

C A

On his shout, those Bones and teeth- long bleached upon the sun,

Bf A Dm

Shrieked and screamed with blackened hate, as their time did come.

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Dm Gm Bf A Dm

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A F

Beneath the rain of arrows, the sky grew dark with shadeeeee

A Gm

And the forces of the damned did fall, corpse atop of fade.

A F

But further rallied, horde upon horde- more did stumble towards

C Bf A Dm

And arrows soon ran out, beneath the emptied Royal storage.