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#1 Ipsissimus

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Posted 08 December 2009 - 10:59 AM

Yes! I have wanted to do this for SO long! Looks like Haer'Dalis and my bard character pulled a march on their friends (they made me write this, I swear!)
Deirdre's song is "Leaving of Candlekeep," to the tune of "Leaving of Liverpool."
Without further ado...Curtains, please! (now all I need is a better title)

Narrator: All great heroes have a story
A time before their tales of glory
E'en the Spawn are much the same
No matter what they all may claim
In Candlekeep our hero sets off
An elven sorceress Deirdre, *cough*
It seems my throat's become quite dry
And as I know the reason why
I'll cease for now my long narration
And leave the cast to their oration.

Gorion: Child, we must leave today.
Deirdre: Why from the keep must we now stray?
Gorion: This place, I think, is safe no longer
Some enemy is growing stronger
Deirdre: But father, whither lies its source,
That it employs such awful force?
Gorion: This is but a tithe of power
We must depart within the hour
Deirdre: I shall be ready with all haste
It seems that there's no time to waste.
Gorion: Daughter, I'll meet thee at the gate
At second bell, do not be late.
Deirdre: Don't worry, I shan't make thee wait.
[exit Gorion, Deirdre to Library]

Deirdre: Wherefore must we leave this place?
Hath some enemy shown his face?
What occurrence makes us leave?
The keep has been my home, I'll grieve
To leave its ancient shelt'ring walls
Its courtyards fair, its hallowed halls.
But I've not time now for regret
So to my room, my pack to get.

[enter Imoen]
Imoen: Heya Deirdre! What's happenin', sis?
*ahem* 'Twould seem something's amiss
Deirdre: So far, this day could get much better
Imoen: Is this about ol' Gorion's letter?
Deirdre: What letter's that, my pink-garbed friend?
Imoen: Erm?nuthin', sis! You're round the bend.
I saw no note in Gorion's room
I, um, heard you're leavin' soon?
Deirdre: How do you know, when I did not?
Imoen: (Oh, in the Abyss may all this rot)
I think that Winthrop's calling me
Gotta make the beds, ya see
Deirdre: Im, you liar. Well, good-bye
I'm afraid I now must fly.
[exit Imoen, enter Carbos]

Carbos: Yer Gorion's lil point-eared ward
Now stand there while I fetch me sword
Deirdre: You'll have to catch me first, you fool.
Carbos: Hey, get back 'ere! That ain't cool!
Deirdre: I'm running faster than you can
Carbos: Hey, that ain't fair! I'm just a man
Tryin' to make it good in life
Deirdre: To advance by causing strife?

Excuse me while I run away
And live to fight another day
Discretion is a part of valor
Tethtoril: Elven child, why thy pallor?
Deirdre: A man named Carbos wished me dead
Tethtoril: 'Tis true someone desires your head
Deirdre: Hence why I needs must leave today?
Tethtoril: I fear 'tis not for me to say
Deirdre: In that case I must away.

Gorion: I see that you are ready, Deirdre
Deirdre: Tell me, where are we going, pray?
Gorion: If all goes well, the Friendly Arm
Deirdre: But how could we come to harm?
Gorion: Bandits freely roam the land
Deirdre: You're worried at some thieving band?
Gorion: Should all go well, I'll tell thee soon
*softly* But I suspect I'll meet my doom.
If you must go on without me
Jaheira and Khalid await thee
Once again, the Friendly Arm Inn
Now, daughter, let us begin.

Deirdre (singing): Farewell to thee, fair Candlekeep
I am going far away
I know not where I travel
And I hope I'll return someday

So fare thee well, old Candlekeep
For someday I know that I'll return
It is the leaving of Candlekeep that grieves me
My home as long as I have known

I am leaving with my father Gorion
An old but able mage
He thinks that something may go wrong
I hope his intuition's false

So fare thee well, old Candlekeep
For someday I know that I'll return
It is the leaving of Candlekeep that grieves me
My home as long as I have known

I have never left the Keep before
The library's been my life
But now I leave the place for good
For a world that's now filled with strife

So fare thee well, old Candlekeep
For someday I know that I'll return
It is the leaving of Candlekeep that grieves me
My home as long as I have known

My foster father waits for me
And I know I can't remain
And I know that it will be a long long time
If e'er I see thee again

So fare thee well, old Candlekeep
For someday I know that I'll return
It is the leaving of Candlekeep that grieves me
My home as long as I have known
And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton, surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice, some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice
-- "Nothing's gonna change my clothes", They Might Be Giants

#2 Ipsissimus

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Posted 08 December 2009 - 09:42 PM

Next section ready. Don't know how much more of this will be in rhyme. Deirdre's song is "Sorrow," by Bad Religion. Imoen's song is "Keep on the Sunny Side."

Gorion: Stop! I fear we're under attack.
Of those who'd kill us, there's no lack.
Deirdre: What do you think that I should do?
Gorion: Should we both leave, they'll pursue
Therefore I must stay behind
Deirdre: Father, have you lost your mind?!
Gorion: I fear that it's the only choice
Though it does not make me rejoice

[enter Armored Figure, Tamoko, Ogres]
Armored Figure: Old man, give to me your ward
Or I'll gut you with my sword
Gorion: You're a fool if you believe
I'd give her up so I could leave
Deirdre, run while you still can!
Armored Figure.: I'm sorry you feel that way, old man.
[exit Deirdre, battle begins]

Armored Figure: Cursed mage, my ogres now lie dead
I think I'll have to take your head!
Gorion: A magic missile at your face
I think that it would help my case
Armored Figure: Ah! My eyes! You'll pay in time
But why speak we in verse and rhyme?

Deirdre: My father bid me run away
Himself remained, our foes to slay
I have some doubts of his success
The battle's outcome I can't guess
I can see nothing of the fight
I don't know if I want the sight
Perhaps it's good that I can't see
I don't know what the end will be.
[enter Imoen]

Imoen: Heya sis! It's good ta see ya
Wait?do I have to ?thou? and ?thee? ya?
Well, I'm here to stick with you
Through thin and thick, I'll follow you
Some information for ya, though
Deirdre: Please, no bitter tales of woe
If my father had survived
He would already have arrived
I think my worst fears have come true
Imoen: Aw, don't be an angsty Sue
Tell ya what, let's find that letter
Deirdre: Will it make things any better?
Never mind, I guess I'll follow
Imoen: Aw, c'mon, smile! Your life's not hollow.
*singing* There's a dark and a troubled side of life
There's a bright, there's a sunny side, too
Tho' we meet with the darkness and strife
The sunny side we also may view

Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us ev'ry day, it will brighten all the way
If we'll keep on the sunny side of life


[at the stone circles]
Deirdre: So this is where my father died.
I've lost a parent and a guide.

*singing* Sehanine can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born
to all the sorrow in this world

Let me show my friend this battleground
My father was here struck down
Just for my sake he gave himself up
And so I am now out of luck

Will you guide me now for I can't see
a reason for the suffering and this long misery
What if every living soul could be upright and strong? 
Well then I do imagine

Deirdre and Imoen: There will be sorrow
Yeah there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

Deirdre: When all bandits lay their weapons down
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the Ilmateri save the cursed from themselves
it's easy to imagine

Deirdre and Imoen: There will be (sorrow)
Yeah there will be (sorrow)
And there will be sorrow no more

There will be (sorrow)
Yeah there will be (sorrow)
And there will be sorrow no more

There will be (sorrow)
Yeah there will be (sorrow)
And there will be sorrow no more

Deirdre: I must travel on, I know
So to the Friendly Arm we go.
And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton, surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice, some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice
-- "Nothing's gonna change my clothes", They Might Be Giants