Half orc sings ...



  • A few days later, the dark helmeted figure takes the rant stand again, his voice booming through a voice amplifying helmet.

    CITIZENS OF THE JEWEL!

    dramatic pause

    Bon lifts the helmet off his head with both hands and lets it dangle by his side for a moment.

    Being a bard means two things. First, it means that you are a performer. Sometimes we perform our own show, but many times we are paid money to perform somebody else's show. Being a bard also means is that your performance must come from your heart.

    Brothers and Sisters, I have performed for you. The last time I appeared before you dressed like this was to promote the senate by mocking the campaign to bring in a monarchy. I was employed to do so. By Raryldor.

    Ever since my conscience has been seared, as if by a hot iron. This is not a time for performances! Now, more than any other time, is a time for honesty to be spoken from people's hearts! For me, Raryldor hiring me to attempt to sway you summed up what I have come to hate about how this city works. Those with the means can buy the opinion of the masses. They manipulate and control so that they can have their day of glory.

    Honesty is what this city has been devoid of for so long. We are so used to politicians and leaders hiding the truth from us and feeding us lies, either to gain power or to placate us so they may keep it. We don't need more dishonesty. What we need now is truth.

    And the truth for me is that when I hear George's words, and see his manner, I see someone who for the first time in Peltarch's history has the capacity to provide actual leadership for this city.

    I see the banners fly, "WHAT WOULD TIDUS DO?". Let me tell you why that question is invalid. It assumes that Tidus is dead, that Tidus is in our past. The truth is that Tidus lives through his heir, and the crown that he gave to us, the crown that we have abused and tossed about like a common thing, used to create injustice and corruption and a host of other evils, a crown we cling on to selfishly to maintain our own power of desire for anarchy, Tidus now takes back through his son George.

    For the first time Peltarch will can have a ruler. For the first time we can have someone lead us not because they struggled and lied to gain power over us, but because of his worthiness to rule.

    I have lied to you Peltarch. I have "performed" for you and attempted to sway your vote away from a future that could make the Jewel shine bright again.

    drops his helmet and unclips his cape, letting it fall to the ground. Bon is wearing a tight black body suit.

    When this vote comes, I will be voting for a monarchy. I will be voting for George.

    removes his gauntlets, revealing bright white gloves.

    I will be voting for what I believe to be the best possible future for Peltarch.

    And now, to display my grief at having lied to you all, I shall perform a performance of penance, in the most shameful art form of all …

    ... mime.

    Peltarch ... Forgive me.

    *_Bon brings his hands up to cross under his chin and then makes them fly away like a dove. In the air above his head the dove becomes a crown that he places upon his own head, the crown of Tidus. He then battles against the wind of public opinion and is crushed by the weight of corruption. Hunched over and battered, he tries to leave, but his hands press helplessly against the invisible wall of political uncertainty.

    There is a sincere look of shame upon his face as he performs the mime. Maybe he is genuinely sorry for having performed dishonesty before? Or maybe he is simply shamed by the fact that he is performing mime in public? Some dark clouds begin to gather as he performs.

    As he struggles against the invisible wall, a glimmer of optimism appears in his eye. He looks up, as if to a ray of hope shining down from above. His hands form a crown on his head again. He lifts the grown up, and places it on someone else's head. Then his hands become the doves of freedom and fly away_*

    at the end of the mime Bon bows low, collects his props and leaves the stage quietly. Rain begins to fall.

    //EDIT: Added "dark clouds" and 'Rain begins to fall" to match in game performance and screenshot.



  • after prepping Lisa and the guards not to slay or arrest him - as the following is just a performance, and also prepping a couple of the people in the crowd to boo and hiss as he performs, Bon dons a dark cape, and voice amplifying Darth Vader like helmet and strides up onto the rant stand. A ridiculous looking "holy symbol" hangs about his neck that seems to be a combination of Cyric and Banite design. The skull of Cyric has poking it's tongue out, and the clenched fist of Bane is holding up one pinky finger

    CITIZENS!

    As this "vote" approaches, I command you to vote for neither your pathetic senate or this George of yours! For I TOO have the DIVINE RIGHT to RULE OVER YOU! Yes, by the power of my dark gods, I have the RIGHT to command your SUBMISSION!

    And rest assured good citizens, I shall RULE you ALL with an IRON FIST!

    (sweetly) Wrapped in a velvet glove of course.

    But that velvet glove shall be wrapped up in ANOTHER IRON FIST! NAY a STEEL FIST! No wait … ADAMANTIUM! Yes an ADAMANTIUM FIST! A FIST with which I shall CRUSH ALL REBELLION and with which to bring the PEACE that comes through TRUE SUBMISSION to DIVINELY APPOINTED AUTHORITY!

    I PROMISE NO TAXES TO BE PAID BY ANYBODY! Why should a slave pay tax!? ALSO! You shall all have FREE ALE with which to drown the misery of your afflictions.

    SO! For a TAX FREE, FREE BOOZE PELTARCH vote for ME! Your DARK LORD! And be RULED OVER RIGHTLY with DIVINE RIGHT RIGHTLY!



  • Feeling that the city could benefit from a boost to patriotism, Bon begins to sing the anthem.

    ((sung to the tune of "Advance Australia Fair"))

    **Beside the Icelace frigid waves
    Pelt-Arch stands tall and free!
    Ne-ver will you see fair-er state
    Ev-er in liberty!
    Beneath the radiant northern sky
    All Peltarch sons stand true
    Now and always thee doth shine
    O’Ev-er bril-liant Jewel!

    Through darkest times we have all come
    With darker times ahead
    With courage we face all our trials
    And take grief in our stead.
    And like the phoenix from the ash
    Peltarch soars high anew!
    A shining beacon burning clear
    O’Ev-er bril-liant Jewel!**

    ((observant folk may notice that he misses out the second verse.))



  • Magistrate Ashald-Jorinsen listens for a while, then flips a coin to the bard and continues back to work in his office.



  • ((The continuation of the previous song - sung to the tune of "how do you solve a problem like Maria?" from Sound of Music.))

    How do you solve a problem like Ma-wee-yah?
    How do you gaol a mage and hold her down?
    How do you run a city from a prison cell??
    It’s surely not a boon for this poor town!

    How do you solve a problem like Ma-wee-yah?
    You make her join Defender rank and file!
    But how is this a punishment
    for Ma-wee-yah??
    At least the city is rid-of-her for a while!

    How do you solve a problem like Ma-wee-yah?
    How …do you dodge a burning …..fire brand?

    skips about the commons as he sings the next staccato part
    Off she skips to join her friends
    Oh how the laughter never ends
    Yes they feel the judge’s “sentence” is a joke. waves hand dismissively

    Stands to attention and pops an imitation Defender helm on as a prop
    We Defenders fight with PRIDE salutes
    We stand as one rank side by side marches on the spot
    To have her join us for her crimes Invokes our ire!

    We consider it an honour Halts, fist beats heart
    To serve the Jewel this very hour
    But our shame we lay a side - she slays with fire!

    Yes she zaps the gnollish threat
    Oh on our triumph you can bet!
    And now there’s martial law - who can take our power!? looks up, raising a triumphant fist to the sky

    How do you solve a problem like Ma-wee-yah?
    You DON’T! You make her a problem for someone else!
    For now it is the Gnolls who suffer Ma-wee-yah.
    But maybe soon the citizens of this town!?

    Peltarch was once a beacon of civilisation.
    Nowadays though I’m not always so sure.
    Law and justice has gone away,
    And tyranny is on its way.
    Unless the Sons of the Jewel can take a stand….

    operatic finish
    How do you solve a problem like Ma-wreeeeeee-yaaaaaaaaah?
    How ….. do you dodge a bur - ning …..fire braaaaaaaand?



  • ((sung to the tune of "how do you solve a problem like Maria?" from Sound of Music.))

    The halforc lass showed too much sass
    And got on the mage’s nerve
    And when at last she began to cast
    begins to dramatically cast a cantrip
    The horc forgot to swerve.
    throws a flare spell at the sundial, making a dramatic puff and flash
    Lucky for the halforc
    One was there to cast a cure.
    But now the mage is cooling off in the pwree – zon!.

    She's a senator of Peltarch
    But her tower’s way down south.
    She'll cook you if you tick her off
    So you better watch you mouth.
    Some folk say she is decent
    Some folks say she is mad.
    Some say she’s not an asset to the city.

    In a serious tone.
    I'd like to say a word in her behalf…
    Ma-wee-yah makes me laugh – BA ha harrr…

    How do you solve a problem like Ma-wee-yah?
    How do you gaol a mage and hold her down?
    How do you run a city from a prison cell??
    It’s surely not a boon for this poor town!



  • During a busy part of the day, Bon Osbourne strolls into the commons dressed in a brilliant white shirt, black trousers, and black and red cloak. He Stums lazily on his lute as he looks about, trying to gather an audience via eye contact and friendly gestures. Once he feels that the has some attention he begins…

    strumming of his lute increases in volume and tempo

    I'd like to sing a song for you all about a hero, a hero very close to my heart and one to whom I think we all owe admiration and love.

    He gets up on one of the benches and sings

    If you knew, Mari Xu
    Then you'd know why I feel blue
    Oh no Mari, oh Mari Xu oo ooo!
    Oh well, I love you so
    Yes I love you Mari Xu!
    Strumitty strumitty
    STRUMITTY STRUMITTY
    Strumitty strumitty
    Strumitty strumitty Mari Xu, You’re the best!
    So good you eclipse the rest.
    Oh Mari.. Ma-a-ari Xu oo oo.
    Oh yes we bow in awe,
    Yes we love you Mari Xu!
    Strumitty strumitty
    STRUMITTY STRUMITTY
    Strumitty strumitty
    Strumitty strumitty You’ve saved the land, yet again!
    Will-you-will-you-will-you let me be your friend?
    “No way!” But Mari!? My Mari Xu-oo!
    Oh well I’ll just sit by-
    And I’ll watch you Mari Xu.
    Strumitty strumitty
    STRUMITTY STRUMITTY
    Strumitty strumitty
    Strumitty strumitty I want to be - just like you!
    I’ll change my name to Garry Stu!
    Oh, Mari, my Mari Xu-oo-ooo
    Nar-fell will love us
    As we save them Mari Xu!
    Steps up to balance on the rail behind the bench. He launches into an furious lute solo, launching himself off the rail to land in the center of the common to continue singing **Mari Xu, Mari Xu
    pretty-pretty-pretty-pretty Mari Xu
    oh Mari, our Mari Xu-oo-ooo!
    Oh we all love you so,
    yes we need you, Mari Xu
    I love you Mari Xu
    Your spear and your spells and your cute hair-do!
    Oh Mari, my Mari Xu-oo-ooo-oo-ooo…

    Drops to his knees as he sings the last words

    Oh well we love you so
    I want to be you, Mari Xu
    Oh yeah we love you so
    Yes we need you Mari Xu.**



  • In an attempt to life spirits and inspire patriotism, Bon has been singing the "O'Ever Brilliant Jewel" anthem (see a few posts above) in the commons from time to time



  • Bon occasionally sings this song in Peltarch common while beating a tribal beat on a hand drum

    An orc once met a goblin lass Bada-bum!
    Sitting there under a deadwood tree Bada-bum!
    Together they sat so happily .. the orc said "goblin will you marry me?" Bada-bum Bada-bum Bada-bum!

    The goblin lass considered the orc Bada-bum!
    He was very-very tall but a bit of a dork Bada-bum!
    But she said "well Mister Orc you're quite comely! Maybe together it's you and me!?" Bada-bum Bada-bum Bada-bum!

    The goblin and the orc got married that day Bada-bum!
    Went 'n had a honeymoon in th' hay Bada-bum!
    Today the live west of Peltarch state, in a tiny little cave with a nice white gate Bada-bum Bada-bum Bada-bum!



  • ( A fairly grim song usually sung late at night in taverns during quiet moments. Sung to the horribly modified tune of Cats in the Cradle )

    she walked the docks - on a lonely street
    Heard what she thought - were sailor's feet
    "Two copper m'lad, - and I'm yours for the night?"
    She turned around and saw a pair of knives.
    To the Dancing Ferret Inn she was pinned like a tanned hide
    A "V" in her chest her throat cut open wide.

    (Chorus)
    Hey there pretty lady with the painted face,
    Parading your wares beside the Icelace.
    The Cutter's gonna get you though i don't know when,
    You'll be in big strife then lass.
    You know You'll be in dire strife then!

    Flowers for just - a copper apiece,
    She says her prays - and she pays her lease
    A gent comes in - she thinks him a friend,
    But no one ever did see her again.
    Will they ever find her body? Probably not.
    At the bottom of the Icelace she is sure to rot.

    Hey there little lady with the flower and vase,
    Selling your wares beside the Icelace.
    The Cutter's gonna get you though i don't know when,
    You'll be in big strife then lass.
    You know You'll be in dire strife then!

    On tables she waits - she lives off tips
    She had a lovely face - and wonderful eyes.
    A hard night done - she wanders home
    She shouldn't have walked the streets alone.
    When they found her both her arms and her face had been cut off.
    Alive when they found her she slowly died.

    Hey there busy lady with the pretty face
    Waiting on tables beside the Icelace
    The Cutter's gonna get you though I don't know when.
    You'll be in big strife then lass.
    You know you'll be in dire strife then.

    Our ladies taken - one by one
    Children now vamps - burn in the sun.
    you think your safe? Do you hide at home?
    On Peltarch's streets you dare not roam.
    But the grave comes for all that's the truth my friend
    By a knife or old age your life is sure to end.

    Lo there citizens of every race,
    Living by the waves of the grand Icelace.
    The grave is gonna to get you though we don't know when
    Your days will be all over then friend,
    Your days will be all over then.



  • Whenever a city official comes within earshot of the commons, Bon rips out some hard chords and sings the following anthem. He sings it loud enough that keen eared people may even be able to hear it from within city hall

    ((sung to the tune of "Advance Australia Fair"))

    **Beside the Icelace frigid waves
    Pelt-Arch stands tall and free!
    Ne-ver will you see fair-er state
    Ev-er in liberty!
    Beneath the radiant northern sky
    All Peltarch sons stand true
    Now and always thee doth shine
    O’Ev-er bril-liant Jewel!

    At first a tiny fishing town
    Home of our king Tid-us
    Who’s first act once upon the throne
    Was hand his crown to us
    As ci-tizens we forge our fate
    Both small and great shall rule!
    Ne-ver a monarch over us!
    O’Ev-er bril-liant Jewel!

    Through darkest times we have all come
    With darker times ahead
    With courage we face all our trials
    And take grief in our stead.
    And like the phoenix from the ash
    Peltarch soars high anew!
    A shining beacon burning clear
    O’Ev-er bril-liant Jewel!**



  • Makaio sits quietly listening. Once Bon finishes he stands politely clapping.

    Well done Bon. Beautiful song.



  • Therean strolls around nearby, a beatific smile upon his face. He is pleased with the lyrics and excited that they should be paired with such a catchy tune.

    In between moments of enjoyment, he prowls any gatherings of common folk that may stop to listen, ready to pounce should they wonder just who this Aerdrie is.



  • When Imril first hears the song, he is drawn to the spot, his eyes growing wide in surprise when he notices WHO is sing such a lovely Elven hymn. He pauses taking in Bon's craft, those about him can hear him whisper to no one in particular: "Remarkable….I knew I had a good feeling about this Half-Orc when I first laid eyes on him. A most agreeable minstrel to be sure."



  • Ama smiles warmly as she listens to the song, her tipping Bon quite generously when he done. She then requests for a copy of the song if he does not mind.

    ((I'll give you the tip when I see you IG next.))