Item:Ale-stained vellum song scroll
|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.|
|Appraised Cost:|| 625 Kronars|
|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".