#SONG Ranger story
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put recite This song was inspired by an Elven Ranger I met in my travels. He had spoken of Ol'asdirt, an ancestor of his, who'd found his life changed after a chance encounter.
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put recite For those not familiar with Elvish ways, a "fading" is the term used by some Elves to describe the final journey of one who has lost the joy of life
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put sing Ol'asdirt, a ranger Elven, walked his chosen path;No joy of living, lust for life or pride in ranger craft;Forest sounds, forest sights, all passed in green limmed light;His only wish, a fading, taken as his right

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put sing He hid, he stalked and climbed, all with practiced ease;Honed and sharp his ranger skills, Jentos his god to please;His god would know, would understand the lack of spoken word;these actions would bear witness, they would be seen not heard
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put sing With natural stealth, by riverside, a dappled glade he found;Espying there a creature, standing proud upon the ground;The lustre of its fur, made him catch his breath;His fading would now be complete, with this svelt creature's death
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put sing But Elven sight, sharp as frost, found something out of place;The creature's hair, upon its head, wore braids of style and grace;Intelligence, he realised, still hidden, clothed in shade;He'd follow, stalk the creature now, find what home it made
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put sing The creature quickly scanned the glade, and the river's bank;And on one knee, quite cautiously, it dipped its head and drank;The water cleaved and in the space that just one breath would take;The creatures's form was wrapped, ensnared, a deadly jrendelsnake;
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put sing Ol'asdirt raised his bow and shot, all without a thought;Praying he would help the life, the jrendelsnake now sought;straight and true the arrows flight found its target's skin;and for a second loosed the coils the soul had been wrapped in
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put sing A heartbeat more, the snake spat out a venomed sticky spew;enveloping the creature's form, it's aim had been so true;Ol'asdirt fired again, this arrow it would tell;the snake died fast, but its victim's form, into the river fell

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put sing The ranger rushed to rivers's edge and seeing falls ahead;dropped his bow and grabbing rope, along the bank he sped;a tree with overhanging bough he spys, he raced, began to climb;he'd save the creature if he could, if only he had time
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put sing Gaining tree and reaching bough he tied the rope thereto;his ankle took the second turn, it was all that he could do;he dove, he swam, the river's current he now fought;and just before the roaring falls, the creature's shoulder caught
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put sing But under strain the rope payed out, his knot had proved untrue;and so the pair were swept along, the danger grew and grew;but finally o'er the falls, the rope, at last, went taut;and gripping tight this slender thread, again the current fought
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put sing Finding strength and using skills that rangers do possess;he dragged the body as he climbed, the branch would mean success;he beat the falls and reaching up grasped the saving bough;one more effort, one more climb, that would save them now
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put sing Success!! they reach the river bank, to spent for conversation;but on awakening the ranger finds, he's under observation;who are you? what are you? how come you to this place?;the creature preens, Challin's the name, Prydean is the race
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put sing And when the pair had learned of each and gone their seperate ways;Ol'asdirt's mind turned to life and to future days;maybe, he thought, i've been to quick to walk my fading path;still much to learn, he quipped, embracing life now with a laugh
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#SONG saga of the wet wood

put recite This untitled piece is based upon an address given by Perigrine Oisin Enoc and serves both as a partial history and a warning.
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put act composes himself and his face takes on a more serious aspect
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put recite This is a dark tale about an even darker place
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put sing longingly The River of Tears from the Stormfell ran;Cutting and cleaving a gorge for its course;Creating a lake by which Shard now stands;Giving birth to a land that was doomed to fall;In a time that only the Elves can recall
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put sing sadly So came the Wet Wood with trees of great girth;Moss was its carpet, its realm filled with life;It lived 'till that day the great fire spread;Leaving only the ashes, and smoke a huge pall;In a time that the Elves and the Dwarves can recall;
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put sing angrily And in that land, transformed, left to suffer;thick seams of gems and silver were seen;Thus came the Silver Bowl, its mines Dwarven made;Crystal cities and fortunes were made from this fall;In a time that the Elders curse to recall
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put sing darkly Then came the darkness, bereft of all good;Dzree and her minions, one purpose, one mind;Perverting with magic what life there remained;Three armies created, monstrosities all;In a time that it seems we are loath to recall
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put sing darkly From insects corupted and then from the Fae;the first two armies by evil were made;But both ran amok, uncontrolled, unconfined;The Adam'f formed the third and last army of all;In a time that even the Humans recall
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put sing darkly Dzree and her army hungered, lusted for war;Blood was there need and so on they came;Untill Ferdahl Alec, Elothian's leader of men;stopped them with all who'd answered the call;In a time that histories and bards do recall
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put sing angrily But Dzree 'for she died had foul magics conjured;Blighting the land, she'd birthed the Black Hand;Evil it stood, light and warmth were its fodder;A land so malignant, it would kill them all;In a time that only that only the bravehearts recall
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put sing matter-of-factly Now Corik's stronghold stands as guardian proud;Hemming in the Black Hand's spread;While we ponder, will it last forever;Remember if needs be you answer the call;Its only those left who will ever recall
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#SONG A Cautionary Yarn
put recite This song entittled "The Lesson" is a freely adapted version of "The Clerics Tale" and therefore contains descriptive content of proceedures that I am forced to accept as true
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put sing confidently Come gather round gentles, pay heed to my tale;A cautionary yarn, to you I'll regale;It tells of a cleric, devout and so true;It tells of immortals and what pride can do
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put sing confidently In the Collection of Qi, Ratha stands tiered;Outside a temple stands an altar so feared;Stories had spread, even Therengia had heard;But a cleric of Urrem'tier believed not a word
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put sing confidently She packed her provisions, her water, her wine;She'd practiced her dancing and prayers, every line;She'd go to the temple with devotion so strong;Urrem'tier her patron would prove them all wrong
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put sing confidently Arriving in Ratha, to the temple she strode;That building of worship, her God's own abode;Preparing her spirit, she steeled soul and mind;then out to the altar, its coldness to find
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put sing quietly The pull on her spirit brought a frown to her brow;Only quickness and sureness would save her life now;After cleaning the altar, she gave up a prayer;Of wine, a libation, she offered with care
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put sing quietly Then dancing precisely, giving more of her prayer;Her only desire, make Urrem'tier aware;Devotions quiet finished, the altar she eyed;Recalling the stories, she knew fear inside
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put sing happily Her faith wins out, touch the altar she will;Euphoria grips her, tears from her eyes spill;The Pantheon's voices she hears, they are pleased !!;Exhausted she sobs and falls to her knees
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put recite So with a joyous heart and her faith in her God stronger than ever, the cleric returns to the mainland to dispel the stories about the dark altar. She visits Urrem'tier's altar regularly to perform her devotions and each time is received in happiness by the Pantheon. Until one fateful day......!
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put sing sadly In the midst of devotions, a query she hears;A passerby shouting, a question of fears;She turns, she answers, she knows it is wrong;She feels she is special, her faith is still strong
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put sing regretfully On touching the altar with pride in her heart;Her spirit's ripped from her, her world falls apart;The pain slices through her, a torment extreme;No Pantheon's welcome and no mouth to scream;
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put sing sadly The spiritual bridge beneath her appears;Her arrogance broken, her spirit's been seared;In purgatory waiting, the Void's door does she spy;Will it open for her, a lifetime drags by
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put recite And in that nowhere place she hears a voice......calm and infinate, it speaks to her " DO YOU UNDERSTAND ?
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put sing quietly Air filling her lungs, she blinks, looks around;Beside her a cleric is knelt on the ground;He'd found her by chance or the Gods led him there;He'd called back her spirit, He'd used every prayer
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put sing quietly Standing up hummbled, disgrace hung her head;Silently back to Zoluren she fled;She'd upset her patron, that was so clear;Urrem'tier's sanction, a price paid, so dear
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put sing quietly Taking time for reflection on what has occurred;The cleric stays hummbled, she says not a word;at an altar of Urrem'tier, she knows she must start;To show her devotion, unburden her heart;
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put sing happily The simplest of prayers she offers up then;A feeling so right, she can worship again!;Her words and her dances, her patron to please;The Pantheons smile gives her spirit ease
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put recite And so, in time, the cleric reestablished herself with her God and the Pantheon. She had learnt that no mortal comes before the Gods and no mortal is above the whim of the Gods.
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put recite You see, there are no mistakes in life only lessons
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Valren


Intuition is the art, peculiar to the human mind, of working out the correct answer from data that is, in itself, incomplete or even, perhaps, misleading.

Hari Seldon