Quill and Blade - Kolhas' Poems

[gotesu]

Poems recited by the brown haired poet at the Muranni taverns.


The Ballad of the Daring Five

Heed my words o lovely maiden
Hear a tale of daring do
'Tis not a tale of myth nor fable
For I had witnessed with eyes duo

It is a tale of one dwarf Stalwart
And of a deadly elven Sting
With but a touch o' Floater's magic
And the Hammer's stoic shield.

Yet let us not forget the fury
Strong armed tribesman's blowing force
And his lifelong proud companion
The greatest Mustache from the North.

Dangers have they faced aplenty
Deep in tunnels foes that lurk
Felled the monstrous and the many
Blazing blades pushed back the dark

How the Stalwart stood so strongly
Held the Bugbear mass at bay
How the Hammer's shield had risen
That her friends can see another day.

How the Sting with lightning reflex
Danced, riposted and stung true
How the Mustache swung with fury
His mighty blade was painted goo

How the Floater's hand was nimble
To tend each wound with skill and care
Her own blade o' flying wonder
So their flank is not left bare.

Know their names and daring deed
Inspire be from souls so bold
When fame and fortune comes, do heed!
And pray they pay their bard some gold!

 

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A Wealdathian Welcome

A curious brave band into the forest stumbled
Quickly and in haste Wealdathians on them bundled
And so spoketh the elves, grumpy and severe
In essence if not words, I offer you to hear:

Hello and hi sojourners weary
Please be so kind to pull your hoods
Your ears must not be round and awry
Lest stray beards intrude our woods

Our forest is so lush and pretty
Ancient trees provide us shade
beneath them life so rich, such beauty
A wild heart, a wonder made

Alas if you o round eared human
or even you o hairy dwa'f
If you would wish our land to visit
Nah-uh-uh, we will you scoff

Our land is sacred, see, and holy
All sorts of things do tread upon
The wolf, the squirrel and the goblin
But humans?! pfft! and dwarves?! C'mon!

But worry not o weary stranger
We'l come to see your Thoroughfare
Your lands we love, enjoy and visit
It is but right, it's only fair

Alas will sigh whom were so 'welcomed'
Urged to leave, to move their greaves
At least amongst them is redeeming
A healer lass whose crown is leaves.

 

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The Bloody Seven

Through a winding forest pass
home to kobolds foul and craven
There an evil horde amassed
To battle brandished blades most maven

A cry for blood, a cry for justice
For a soul was stolen from the heaven
Death was called for and delivered
The judgement of the Bloody Seven

It begun in way and manner
Like so many 'for and after
Warriors called to flock a'banner
The kobold shields will surely shatter

In the thicket thus they went
Swords ahand and axes strong
Eyes ahead and backs unbent
Deeper delved to end the throng

Cries had pierced the darkest depth
A poor soul tortured on foulest stone
A monstrous knife had cut her length
Darkness called through blood and bone

Fighting through with all their might
The Seven flooded cavern crimson
Monsters slaughtered left and right
To save a life from death and prison

Alas there was no happy ending
A life was lost to acts most foul
There was left now only vengeance
And sure they made the kobolds howl

A cry for blood, a cry for justice
For a soul was stolen from the heaven
Death was called for and delivered
The judgement of the Bloody Seven

 

[gotesu]

A Celestial Heart

A flaxen haired maiden
with a Celestial golden heart
Kindness freely offered
made into an art

A caring hand outstretched
to friend or stranger like
Be you a bud, a flower
Or an adventurer on a hike

Spread on her kindness
Like rain on blessed field
Do not be blind to beauty
In a flower, even in weed.

May her soul find green fields ever
May the Grain mother her embrace
And may we ever see her smile
Beyond each blossom - grace.

 

[gotesu]

A Nosy Business

Who would've fathomed, dear Otyugh
Thy death would leave a void severe
That even though, you're one big eww
Your food, our trash, now lays asmear

It's not we think your heart is gold
A saint you're not, we are not fooled
Your appetite grew a bit too bold
We couldn't let you be so groomed.

So you are dead and we're not sorry
But we have problems now you see
They come in heaps, without much glory
Perhaps we'l throw them to the sea

Perhaps a pyre should be built
To smoke the garbage up and high
Perhaps some acid could be spilt
Let it melt and leave us dry

At least you've managed quite a feat
You should be proud o Otyugh
Seasoned mercs, foreigners, locals
You've joined them all to clear your goo.