Valen Lore

Smoke and Fire and Mage's Ire

Look, how,
See through the darkness,
no fear, found,
hear for the sounds,
though the world may be stricken by blackness and smoke,
our strength does not fail us and we will revoke,
the life of these demons that plague us, defend,
and send them we will to their unearthly end!

Flames, smoke,
See how she watches,
written, spoke,
blood in the fires,
now the light of the desert has risen to fight,
and caged in the evil with flame and with might,
so fight on in glory and rid from this world,
and let the hells know that our victory is earned!

Blades, smite,
See as they fall now,
To arms! Fight!
Their end is assured,
The creatures of darkness will die in this forge,
their blood running thick and their bowls be disgorged,
so fight on and upwards, yes we shall prevail,
for demons have ever been cursed here to fail!

A three stanze sonnet used during the forge battle to grant courage and strength to Gabriels allies. This song gave Salem the strength to shrug off the blinding effect of the smoke demons breath weapon. Peformed by Sir Gabriel of Valenport, Bard Extraordinaire.

Old bones and Lizard Thrones

The well left our heroes with no clue at all,
to where they might be in this old empty hall,
when over the way came a strange rustling sound,
from the corner in bones piled up in a mound .

Shocked were they all as from bones did spring forth,
a great dirty, bearded and crazed priestly Dwarf!
He told them he waited and hid from the evil,
that shattered his clanhold and left him so feeble.

Now was his chance to escape to the light,
he’d show them the way, but there was a price,
to get to the surface but they had to be bold,
and come back to reclaim this dwarven stronghold.

The travelling companion brought straight from the bones,
lead party to mighty lizard king’s throne,
to strike him down with a magical glyph,
and steal the crown from upon his foul quiff.

When ’last of the lizards had fell to the blade,
adventurers weary so camp had they made,
to rest and recover in relative peace,
but creatures did come on the bodies to feast.

The heroes awaken to terrible roars,
to beasts in the cave armed with terrible claws,
from bears had they come from but no bears were these,
all twisted by some foul dark sorceries.

But never fear, for our heroes prevailed!
Diversion was planned so that bears would then fail,
for heroes would not become tastier treat,
as surely was better than foul lizard meat!

With blade now our elf did twist and did weave,
his sword brought about into bears it did cleave,
whilst mage brought out wand and with purple did flare,
to paralyse beasts as it stood there and stared!

But not without danger for three did they number,
and thrice did they strike out with terrible thunder,
for magic did naught but make creatures stronger,
and with tooth and with claw they just fought on for longer!

A battle so dire had the heroes not faced,
and so nearly they fell to be lost and disgraced,
but the another bear fell to a fiery gaze,
and the final was cut down to size in a daze.

Written and Performed by Sir Gabriel of Valenport, bard extraordinaire

For Each an Ending

This ballad is in Memory of companions lost, but never forgotten.

For those we lose along the road,
Who made our lives the better,
Hold on to memories bestowed,
And words spoke, to the letter.
As though the wheel of time has passed,
For them it can’t unwind,
But knowledge that they had amassed,
Keep hold within your mind.
When struggle rears its ugly head,
And danger lurks around,
Those simple things that they had said,
Might keep you safe and sound.
No matter what our fates may hold,
One day we’re all transcending,
So treasure words, make sure they’re told,
For each will have an ending.

Written and performed by Lord Gabriel of Valenport, Bard exraordinaire.,

The Stallenford Sonnet

The Stallenford Sonnet

Whilst we sit by the hearth as the evening grows Cold,
I bring tales of glory! Adventurers bold!
So sit in the glow of our warm winter fire,
and learn of the brave souls whom evil doth Ire.
A tale that began back in old Stallenford,
Orcs in the night, a kidnap by the hoarde,
A priest that was stolen at dark in the vale,
A ransom and pillage, if they were to fail.
Their steely eyed warrior sought tracks in the black,
to lead to the source of the foul orc attack,
So onwards they strode to the mouth of the cave,
with spell and with steel and with song bold and brave!
Our heroes forged onwards, the Orcs they did fall,
With blade they wrought justice, with fire cleansed all!
They came to the chieftain whose eyes blazed a’red,
and painted his throne with the blood of the dead!
Though safe was our priest he said ’Not all is done,
an evil lurks here, one that must be undone!’
So down into darkness now did they descend,
to put right the wrong so the balance could mend.
Down in the depths lurked the creatures of night,
Pale ghosts of the living, an unholy blight,
They came at our heroes with cursed tooth and claw,
but soon put to rest as the dead should once more.
A Dark priest remained, chaos was his goal,
’twas he that raised horrors devoid of a soul,
The battle fought hard but our heroes prevailed,
the village was saved and the evil derailed!
The heroes claimed riches beyond wildest dreams,
but found there a letter, of further such schemes!
A body been tortured, a message to hear,
bound for the wizard, to old Korvanquir.
So off to the mountains our heroes did trek,
to Korvanquir’s manor, his safety to check,
the going was rough due to giant attack,
but never, oh never, would our heroes turn back!
Once there did they find that the wizard was dead,
but his passing was peaceful, asleep in his bed.
His nephew did ask that they helped him retrieve,
the families heirlooms ’fore plans could conceive.
So into the old wizards haven descend,
’twas filled with magics, guardians till the end,
but secrets abundant were treasured with awe,
and safely recovered the crown and the sword.
But all was not well in the wizards abode,
a break in, those villains they stole all the gold!
It seemed it was part of a much larger force,
An army had gathered, evil was its course.
Urgent was the quest so they set out with haste,
to the keep on the mount’ where the evil was placed,
there dwelt a cruel woman with heart made of stone,
who’s aim was to conquer the land and the throne.
With skill did our heroes creep over the walls,
and into the baroness’ very own halls,
they fought against legions of mercenary might,
and nearly they perished that very same night!
But bravely they fought to the lady herself,
and battle ensued, one by one, heroes fell,
Till sorceress struck out with spell-summoned flame,
and so did they live to adventure again!
The heroes searched through for her plans, gold and more,
they heard guards a-slamming upon the great door,
for whilst they did cut of the head of the snake,
it seemed that not killing all guards, a mistake.
Time was a-fleeting, the door would not hold,
with no strength left to battle the army that called,
they sought to escape and they needed to fast!
And then just in time found an odd looking-glass.
Upon it were symbols and runes very ancient,
that called to the mystic and Mage oh so patient,
He called it a portal, a gateway of sorts,
and so they escaped, but to where, any thoughts?

Written and performed by Gabriel of Valenport, Bard extraordinaire


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