Quotes

06/25/05

Not all is death and seriousness with this group. Here some of their lighter moments are recorded.

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“The last time we said ‘Trostlos is a big boy, he can take care of himself ’, we found him lying naked in the streets of Cara Fahd.”

– Brimmel

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“Trostlos, you throw like a Nethermancer!”

- Nazeer

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“Who’s at the door? Oh no! It’s a group of Jehuthra’s Witnesses!”

- Brimmel

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“I’m gonna make a t-shirt: “I went to the Forgotten City of Parlainth and all I got was this lousy Horror Mark.”

- Trostlos

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"Smell that Astral Taint, boys – that’s the smell of Legend Points. "

- Nazeer

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“I need to find a Human female Warrior. Teach me tiger spring, baby, and I’ll teach you how to love again. “

- Phylinius

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This song is sung to the tune of "The Streets of Laredo." It's very easy to change it's phrasing and tailor it to wherever you happen to be, as Troubadors are wont to do...

The Adept in Linen

As I walked out on the streets of Jerris

As I walked out in Jerris one day

I spied a young Adept all wrapped in white linen

All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay

"I see by your outfit that you are an Adept"

These words he did say as I boldly walked by

"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story

I'm slash'd 'cross the breast and I know I must die

"It was once with adventurers I used to go dashing

Once in the saddle I'd ride all the day

First to the card house, and then to the dance hall

But I'm slash'd 'cross the breast and I'm dyin' today"

"Get six jolly Adepts to carry my coffin

Six pretty gals to bear up my pall

Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin

Throw roses to deaden the clods as they fall"

"Then beat the drum slowly, play the fife lowly

Play the dead march as you carry me along

Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me

I'm a young Adept and I know that I'm done"

"Then go write a letter to my gray haired mother

And tell her the adventurer that she loved has gone

But please not one word of that which has killed me

Don't mention his name, and his name will pass on"

When thus he had spoken the hot sun was setting

The streets of Parlainth grew cold as the clay

We took the young Adept down to the green Valley

And there stands his marker we made to this day

We beat the drum slowly, played the fife lowly

Played the dead march as we carried him along

Down in the green valley, laid the sod o'er him

He was a young Adept, and his story's done...

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To the tune of "The Boxer" by Simon and Garfunkel

I am just a troubadour and my story’s seldom told
I’ve squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises,

All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear, and disregards the rest, hmmmm

When I lost my home and family, I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers
In the quiet of the streets of Kratas, runnin’ scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie...

Asking only Adept’s wages, I come lookin’ for a job, but I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores down there in Bartertown
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
That I took some comfort there

Lie la lie...

And I’m laying out my armor, wishing I was gone, goin’ home
Where the hordes of evil Horrors aren’t bleedin’ me,

Leadin’ me to go home

In the clearing stands an obsidiman, and a warrior by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every sword that laid him down or cut him
’til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the warrior still remains
Yes he still remains

Lie la lie...

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