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, September 27, 2007


It's a wonder that I make it through each day,
Distracted as I am by thoughts of you;
Your eyes, your voice, your touch, each little way
You've made yourself the center of my view.
By day I stumble round as in a fog.
And if one asks me why, the reason's this:
My mind replays a constant dialog,
Recounting all the pleasures of your kiss.
Your enchantment holds me in your snare.
My imagination is on fire.
The flames within encourage me to dare
And whisper in your ear of my desire:
To match our hearts together, you and I;
To hold you in my arms, my Lorelei.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

The Baronesse's Tourney At Red Tower

Another piece that was intended for Red Tower, but was not used due to a format change.

From the furthest reaches of Meridies
Are gathered here these students of the blade
To demonsrate our prowess in this glade
Under our fair Baronesses’ gaze.
Who has ever been the swordsman’s friend
Both a sponsor, and a patroness
Therefore, in honor of our Baroness
Let swords be drawn, our tournament begin.
Let’s hear the ring of steel on steel again
The flash of sword and dagger in the sun.
Let mighty acts of swashbuckling be done
For the honorable Lady Carol Jane
At your Excellency’s pleasure we’ll commence
This tourney of the Arte of Defence

Monday, September 24, 2007

The Queen's Challenge at Red Tower

This was written for Red Tower, but due to a change of format in the fighting, was never used.

The Rapiers of Meridies here seen
Have gathered to pay homage to our Queen,
The honored Lady who inspires our swords
To show that our affection’s more than words,
Displaying for Her Majesty’s good will
The utmost of our talents and our skill.
And though we battle for a glittering prize,
‘Tis so much sweeter played ‘fore Royal eyes.
So, for the pleasure of your Honored throne,
We look to you, Milady, say “Lay on".

Friday, September 21, 2007

The Baron of South Downs

Should you visit the Barony,
One personage you’re sure to see,
Luxuriant in his villainy:
The Baron of South Downs.

With bald pate and grey temples, he
Appears, for all intents, to be
The image of sagacity,
In whom wisdom abounds.

But under his façade you see
A wit as wicked as can be,
That strains believability,
More subtle than it sounds.

The Baron’s Favorite verbal style
Is offering up a pun so vile
That it would stun a crocodile,
So bad that it astounds.

Or rather, should the Baron please,
He can deliver up with ease
A law firm’s worth of legalese,
Though dubious the grounds.

And if his words inspire alarm,
The Barons says they’re simply from
A natural quest for “Lebensraum”.
Now that’s straining at the bounds!

The Kingdom marvels at the man;
Just a humble pelican,
Having fun as best he can;
The Baron of South Downs.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Bardic Circle at Pillage on the Plain

How excellent at ending of the day,
When sword and shield hang safe upon the wall,
When all the tools of war are stowed away,
And all have feasted well within the hall,
To gather, then, around a blazing fire;
A company of mutual regard,
Together yielding to the fine desire
To listen to the music of the bard,
Delighting in such words of eloquence
Artfully arranged in melody,
Recording all the pomp and consequence
Of our storied Kingdom’s history.
A Kingdom’s unity is forged in song.
Therefore, gather round and sing along

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Pillage on the Plains

Set the beacon fires alight.
Let the horns ring great alarms
Heralding the coming fight:
Call our warrior host to arms.
Axe and longbow, sword and spear,
Knight and squire side by side,
Buckle courage, banish fear,
Armed whatever fate betide.
Warriors sweep o’er the field,
Choosing foes in grand melee.
Mighty blows ring out on shield,
Deeds of valor done this day.
Each noble heart anticipates
Rich reward which daring gains.
The glory and plunder that awaits
For each at Pillage on the Plains.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Lady of My Dream

The whispers of the evening breeze
Speak of summer’s end,
The cool of autumn slipping in
Upon us on the sly.
And with the grey geese winging
Southward, my desires bend
To where my heart awaits me,
And with them I would fly.

I’m quick to smile, to share a laugh,
The soul of amity.
The pleasure of good company
Still fills me with delight.
But underneath my surface
Of congeniality,
My thoughts turn ever towards the one
Whose absence mars each night.

I have but to close my eyes
To hold her in my arms.
A most exquisite beauty,
Soft to touch, and fair of face,
Intoxicates my senses, but
I know that all her charms,
Like my dreams, come morning
Melt away without a trace.

What I would not give to have
My lady by my side.
But fate conspires to keep the miles
Between us, it would seem.
Until the day that I can bring
Her home to be my bride,
She remains my wistful longing
And the lady of my dream.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Gentlemen To Be

Though boys you are, I speak to you as men
Capable of acting honorably
As warriors and members of your clan;
An asset to your chief and family.
At your age your first duty is to serve
Your mother, and to be obedient
To her instruction that you may deserve
To train to fight, once you’ve earned her consent.
For honor comes of learning to obey;
To give, instead of taking, in your pride.
Your deeds speak more than any words you say,
And prove your worth by what you are inside.
It’s my desire in you boys to see
The gentlemen I expect you to be.