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Location: Shire of Trisel, Trimaris

I am in my late forties, a proud husband, father, and a bard. I am a book pedlar by trade and a bookman by vocation. I am a romantic, a realist, and a Believer. I like a good joke, and a bad one even better. I admire all ladies for the innate beauty that is in each one, but my heart is sworn to the fair and gentle Lady Lorelei, who has consented to share my life and my name.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

The Lay of the Shrubbery

To encourage and build our local chivalry,
And improve relations with our neighbor shire,
And display our warrior's skill for all to see,
T'was decided to raid the Shire of Talmere.
Plans for the coming battle soon were laid,
And to add some flavor to the coming scene,
Challenges were offered, boasts were made,
And a shrubbery was purchased, which we deemed
Would be a proper totem, and a prize;
tradition borrowed from the Knights of Nih,
A handsome bush of pleasing color and size
To rally round and to defend with glee.
And so we caravanned to south and west
To meet the Lords of Talmere on their field,
Bearing our arms to battle, feeling blest
By our shrubbery's presence as our shield.
Alas our hopes that day came all for nought.
We under-estimated our worthy foe.
Although with fury and panache we fought,
Trelon and his cohorts brought us low.
Our precious shrubbery was sadly lost.
In combat fair, Talmere captured our pride.
We journeyed home lamenting the bitter cost
Of cruel defeat in which our hopes had died.
And all the summer long our fighters burned
For the chance to battle Proud Talmere again.
Training with bitter hearts our warriors spurned
The easy comforts, determined now to win.
At last, the long awaited rematch came.
We opened up our borders to the foe,
Welcomed Talmere's lords of mighty fame,
Resolute now to meet them blow for blow.
The return battle was a near-run thing.
At times it could have fallen either way.
Until at last our victory took wing,
And the warriors of Owl's Nest won the day.
The mighty lords of Talmere were dismayed.
Duke Trelon hung his head, to taste defeat,
But honorably his quality displayed,
And laid the precious shrubbery at our feet.
And now, we have it back, our fondest wish.
This badge of honor that we think the best.
We're proud to claim this simple potted bush:
Our lovely Shrubbery of Owl's Nest.

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