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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Arravis[/i] [br]Not sure if this should go in this forum or the general forum, but here it is for now... During a game, has anyone ever had a poem/ballad/epic told by a bard of your player's exploits? This is something I feel I've not done enough of in my own games... basicly give the players kudos for their past deets, etc. Anyway... my wife (who did most of the work), a friend of mine (Cygnus, a poster here :)) and I got together and wrote a "poem" of the PC's exploits to use in tonights game. Anyway, I thought you guys might enjoy it and perhaps you could post some of your own :). [b]Nat Wyler’s Belle[/b] (As used for street marionettes): About Nat Wyler this tale I tell. In the distant town of Phlan he’d dwelled, Where once his feasthall did quite well. With each hoot for ale did he ring his bell. When the hand of death did snuff his spark, Behind his countertop was parked, Nat Wyler’s body stiff and stark, Lacquered on a patron’s lark. But summoned from his rest one night, The cruel result of a Cleric’s spite, Ole Nat Wyler sat upright, To give the town an awful fright! And so he stepped out his grave, But to his stomach he was slave. Though his yearnings, they were not depraved. T’was apple muffins he did crave. But so long was he cold and pale, And fancies he had missed. A baker’s treat and a nice cold ale Ole Nat, he could not resist! So! To the bak’ry he stole in the night, Unseen by stars and lantern-lights, Through the streets till he did sight, A store of these wondrous delights. But lo, that weren’t all he’d take! For the general store he soon did make. For who else, after eating such a cake Would not have a thirst they’d need to slake? So for ale he ventured right, Unseen by moon and candlelight. Through the streets till he did sight, A store of this wondrous delight. But most bizarre was his third-most stop, For next he went to the perfumist’s shop. Exotic scents he stole, but he was no fop, For a swooning woman they were, every drop. But so long was he cold and pale, And fancies he had missed. A baker’s treat and a nice cold ale Ole Nat, he could not resist! And to her home, Nat Wyler’d gone, Her voice to him a nymph’s fair song. Not knowing he’d been dead so long, His lady had to the heavens gone. But Phlan in all its justly fright, Had hired Heroes full of might. These travelers, the leaves in a falls flight, Would bring this travesty to light. So Ole Nat sat, heart battered and torn, Till found by the Heroes duty sworn To smite this monster from undeath born, But yet touched that Nat was so forlorn. Who, not the beast that they had come to rend, Though a ghastly savage, they could not pretend. Munificently, to his grave they’d Nat Wyler send, His torn heart the ages for to mend. Being not murd’rous fiend nor beast from Hell, The Heroes sought to treat him well. They led him to a temple cell By ringing Ole Nat’s belov’d bell. But so long was he cold and pale, And fancies he had missed. A baker’s treat and a nice cold ale Ole Nat, he could not resist! His undead state he’d fine’ly learn’d, And to resume his rest he badly yearn’d. So back to his grave he was return’d, A final sleep and rightly earn’d. Now once again in his bar he stands, That mighty bell in his cold smooth hands. But his patrons now they understand, Nat Wyler’s just as ever like any man. When they raise their beers and give their hoots, To the Heroes and Ole Nat Wyler with hearty salutes, For the Heroes’ deeds and Nat’s wants, too: Valors, Apples, Ales, and good women, through and through! [/quote]   Check here to include your profile signature. Check here to subscribe to this topic.