Item:Ale-stained vellum song scroll

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ale-stained vellum song scroll
Look: This is a Bardic scroll, enscribed with the non-magical Bard song "Ballad of Morganae's Arm". It must be studied to be used. If it is being read by another, no one but that person can study it.
Weight: 5 stones
Appraised Cost: 625 Kronars
500 Lirums
451 Dokoras
0.625 LTBpoints
0.625 Tickets
0.625 Scrips
Special Properties:
  • This item is styled or has special functions for Bards.
Dimensions: 2 length x 1 width x 1 height
Sources: Source is Sutler's Wagon, Drones and Drums


You begin to sing "The Ballad of Morganae's Arm", by Rancois Sendaque.

"Seldom seen by the Emerald guard,
The shadoweavers wrought their spell --
Their subtle singing broke the ward
Of Corik's Wall when outskirts fell."
"Yet not by whispered words believed,
Nor yet by crashing battle's din
Was all this loss and pain achieved --
Morganae's Arm fell from within."
"While now the story I relate
Of treachery and treason dire,
Listen to my tale of fate,
And hear my song of love for hire."
"Out of the north fair Ptera came
To meet the challenge that was sent
To win renown and a leader's name
By strength of arm in tournament."
"She won the prize and heard the cheers,
Became commander of the band
Relied upon to calm the fears
And keep at bay the dreaded Hand."
"With Alec's love her ally strong,
Ptera rose in fame and power.
Yet ne'er did right build on a wrong,
And doom awaits its chosen hour."
"And what of Odurn, stripped of place,
Cheated by magic, next in rank?
Obliged by honor, he obeyed with grace,
But grudging gave it, with Ptera to thank."
"Then dawned the day when battle broke,
And evil wights attacked the wall.
When unseen foes temptations spoke,
And on the ramparts, trumpets call."
"Ptera led defenders forth,
As alarm bells wildly knelled,
While messengers rode toward the north,
In hand her longsword's hilt she held."
"But whose hand held Ptera's heart?
Was it Alec's, as the world was told,
Or did another play that part,
And buy her faith with lust or gold?"
"At last the Ferdahl's army came,
To hold the wall and save the day.
On the northern maiden fell the blame,
Of banishment in disarray."
"Stripped of her place, Ptera rode out,
Without honor or friend, into the night
To dwell in disgrace, darkness and doubt
In the land of the shadow, accursed by the light.

You end the song with a flourish and a graceful bow.


You whistle the tune of "The Ballad of Morganae's Arm".
Others see: <Person> whistles the melody of "The Ballad of Morganae's Arm".