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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.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

A Good Day To Make Someone Die

The sky is clear
The sun is high.
Our banners stand
Against the sky.
Brothers in arms,
You and I
It’s a good day
To make someone die.

Swords are sharpened
Shields are bright,
Waiting for
The coming fight
Fighting for
Our kingdom’s right.
Let our foes
Quake at the sight.

Raise the signal
Sound the horn.
March out in
The early morn.
Let our foemen
Feel our scorn.
Make ‘em wish
They’d ne’er been born.

Choose your victim
Up ahead
He wishes that
He’d stayed in bed
Strike him cold
And loot the dead.
Let the green grass
Run with red.

Lift a glass
And drink it down.
Drink to honor
And renown.
Drink to our
Illustrious Crown.
Let our noble
Cheers resound.

The sky is clear
The sun is high.
Our banners stand
Against the sky.
Brothers in arms
You and I.
It’s a good day
To make someone die!
Make some other whoreson die!
Good day to make someone die!

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