3. Elorathall's Notebook

Elorathall's Notebook


  • The Ballad of Kanen Hightower
    Upbeat, sung as a tale

    _What would Kanen Hightower do if he was here right now? He'd make a plan and he'd follow through. That's what Kanen Hightower'd do.

    When Kanen Hightower was in the Underdark fighting for the gold, he did two shield bash's and a triple cleave while wearing a blindfold. When Kanen Hightower was in Giantspire, fighting grizzly bears, he used his magical fire-breath and saved the maidens, fair.

    So what would Kanen Hightower do if he was here today. I'm sure he'd kick an arse or two. That's what Kanen Hightower'd do.

    When Kanen Hightower traveled through time to the year 3010, he fought the evil golem king and saved us all agian.
    When Kanen Hightower raised the Netheril, he beat up Kounlah Khan! Cause Kanen Hightower doesn't take sheite from an-y-bo-dy!

    Kanen Hightower was born on the celestial plane of Krynuk. He came to Toril to save us all from borans and unstuck.
    Hideeday! Kanen Hightower's here! So round up all your lasses and tell 'em they have no fears.
    Say, you standing out in the crowd come forth, and bring out all your coin. Drop it in my bag as I sang for you, cause that's what Kanen Hightower'd do!_


  • Story

    _What makes a good story? One that will have your audience hanging on to every word you say, completely drawn in by the images your voice sets or them? What are the stories that will be told from father to son, from mother to daughter, that will carry on trough the ages? Epic stories of heroes and villains, of adventurers and treasures, of knights, dragons and fair princess to be saved, until thry all live happily ever after.

    This is not one of those stories. This story will not be told a hundred years from now. This story will not be heard from the shores of Calimshan to he hills of Thay. This story does not recount deeds that changed the fate of the world forever. And unless you tell it on, this story will die with you.

    Our tale begins in Waterdeep, the City of Splendors, and arguably the most magnificent city on the face of Toril. From across the world, merchants come to sell their wares here, bringing goods from faraway places that most of us can only dream on. Stages are filled with musicians and illusionists, weaving songs and stories of knights, dragons and fair princesses to be saved.

    But I was non of those. I could only listen in wonder to the stories of the sights beyonds the city walls from the travellers that came to our house now and then. I was not allowed to leave the house. My mother thought me everything I needed to know, and I had no reason to leave the house. No children ever came to play with me, except for those times another amily came to visit, and brought their children with them. But I was not like them, I did not age as they did, and I did not see the world as they did. Some of them laughed at me, and called me names, and I was very alone indeed. The years went by, and I learned many things about the noble's life. Things of law, politics and etiquette, as I was prepared for a life of luxury and decadence, and intrigue.

    One day, when I was exploring the garden of our house - it had taken me many years to earn the privelege of wandering about outside - I found a way out. There was a small opening in the hedge that kept me in my olden cage, and one afternoon I snuck trough and out when no-one was watching, into the city.

    Oh, the marvel I did see. I wandered the streets for hours, and there was so much to explore. There were dwarves and halflings and gnomes! Creatures I had only seen in books before. There were elves too, as mother was. And, there were even those of mixed blood. I was not alone after all, and I was not nature's mistake. We spoke for some time, and it was with sadness I returned to the house, finding only a good scolding from father when I returned.

    But I had found a taste for the life beyond the house, and as my father and his servants would discover, a talent for escape. They locked the oors, and I would climb out the window. They posted a guard but I would sneak by. My mother was not nearly as angered by this as my father. In fact, she almost seemed to approve. It would take me many years to understand this.

    It was during one of my escapes, that I wondered trough the streets, until hearing the most beautiful music. Different from what I had learned, ifferent from the other bards and minstrels. It was wild and untamed,
    random and twisting. I walked and walked as the music grew louder and sweeter, finally finding that it was a halfling playing a wooden flute. I had ever seen such a scoundrel in my life, playing his tunes as he leered at the girls in sight, enticing many a giggle as the small bag at his feet filled up with a few coins.

    As the song came to an end, the crowd dispersed and went about its business. The halfling started collecting his things, counting and counting the few gold coins he had earned as if it was a dragon's hoard. Now I understand how precious such few golds can be, and what difference they could make in the life of a traveller, where a few golds can mean the difference between sleeping in warm inn bed and sleeping under a bridge.

    As he noticed my stare, he turned, and stared back for but a moment, taking in my presence and clothes, and thinking I had become lost. He then spoke..
    "'Ey lad, ye lost fr'm yer moth'r some'in?"

    Thought it took me a moment to realise he was speaking to me, and discerning what it is he had just asked me, I shaked my head and answered quietly. Too quietly, apparantly, as he could not understand my words over the noises of the city streets. And thus I repeated, louder this time.
    "No sir. I'm just wandering around. I shouldn't even be out here."
    "Yer lookin' loike som' los' noble'r some'in. What's ye doin' 'ere?"
    "I left my home for the day. It bores me endlessly, and I wish I could just leave it."
    "So why don't ye?"

    It was a question I had not even considered. I had never considered simply running away, yet if I was contained much longer within the house, surely I would go mad. And though I loved mother with all my heart and soul, I knew she would understand. In her eyes I saw the same longing, the same desire to leave this place behind her. And I decided that I would indeed leave the house for some time, to wander and see some of the world. The halfling bard who I had met, had introduced himself as Seppe, and he offered to bring me along in some of his journeys, until I choose to come back.

    My father was furious. He forbid me to go, saying that my place was with him. That I was but a boy, and would never survive by myself, or with a wandering minstrel. Would I doom myself to poverty, to become a vagrant? His words were harsh, yet not without truth. I was but fourteen fears of age, a true boy for one such as I. My desire and wish to leave the house to go on great adventures did sound as nothing but childish dreams. But I was determined. I wished to learn more of the world and its ways. He spat and vowed, that if I were to walk out the door in persuit of this foolishness, he would never have me back.. I would be cast out of the family.

    I fled to my room in tears. My father was a harsh man, and yet there was truth in his words. I would give up a life of wealth and comfort for dreams and shadows. Yet my mother came to me that evening, and spoke words
    of such kindness, and courage. She told me how we must all make choices, and ultimately it is we who decide our path. She would miss me dearly if I was to leave, yet I would do so and carry her love with me.

    I left the house that night, with nothing but a handful of coin I had gathered and some sturdy clothing a kind servant had provided me with. I left the city with Seppe, to find my way myself. And though there would be many dangers and much pain in this path, even today I did not regret the choice I made. A choice of deciding my own life. A choice of freedom. Many stories can be told of the things I have seen, yet they will be told when the time is right.

    And so this is my tale before tales. The tale of the bard before he was a bard, of the wanderer before he was a wanderer._


  • On the stream
    A slow, quiet song, that fades away towards the end.

    _On the stream we gently float.
    Together on the flow.
    Finding comfort in your eyes.
    Gentle warmth that lies below.

    The caring softness in your touch
    Light that brings me back.
    Giving purpose once again.
    The hope that I lack.

    I remember all so well.
    You are always there.
    Far away and yet so close.
    Leaving my heart to bare.

    I will find you once again
    Swim far into the sea
    And the stars will guide me on
    Till you are back with me_


  • What shall we drink now
    A drinking song with a solid rhytm

    _What shall we drink now, for those seven days
    What shall we drink now, in endless thirst
    There is enough for one and all
    So we drink together
    Roll the barrels in
    Yes, we drink together. One and all.

    And so we shall work then, for those seven days.
    And so we shall work then, on the land.
    There is enough for one and all
    So we work together, for those seven days
    Yes, we work together. One and all.

    But first we must battle
    No one knows how long
    First we must battle, and weave our song.
    For the joy of one and all.
    So we fight together
    Together we stand strong
    Yes, we fight together. One and all._


  • Dawn and Dusk
    A slow and peaceful song

    _Wind - Your Quiet Song
    Stars - Your Gentle Warm
    Hill - The Soft of green
    And a Tree that stands above.

    You - Your Sapphire Soul
    You - Your Voice of Silk
    You - Your Dream of Heaven
    And you bless me with your smile

    It's these things of life, that no gold can buy
    And those who say different, is spreading a lie

    Cave - Your Colder Dark
    Death - Your Coming Step
    Blade - Your Song of Blood
    And a Pain that is to be

    Fear - Your Pounding Heart
    Hate - Your Rage Within
    Greed - Your Wanting More
    And a Loss that lies beneath

    But when the day is over, and dawn and dusk are spent
    Your life has gotten richer, growing as all life is meant._


  • For Azura
    A ballad

    _Into the waves we slowly step, as stars shine far above
    When all is lost to the world, there is only our love.
    When I am floating in your arms, there is no more to fear
    All around is cold and dark, when you are no more here.

    Into the snow I ran that day
    As I met you for that kiss
    I wondered then what you would say
    If my stride would go a miss

    Into the waves we slowly step, as stars shine far above
    When all is lost to the world, there is only our love.
    When I am floating in your arms, there is no more to fear
    All around is cold and dark, when you are no more here.

    But your smile was warm in the cold
    And I found it warming me
    Together we now stand tall and bold
    And watch all that will be

    Into the waves we slowly step, as stars shine far above
    When all is lost to the world, there is only our love.
    When I am floating in your arms, there is no more to fear
    All around is cold and dark, when you are no more here._


  • 12 days of Narfell

    _On my first day in Narfell, Nico gave to me…
    A brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my second day in Narfell, Nico gave to me...
    Two Tower Shields, And A brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my third day in Narfell, Nico gave to me...
    Three Goblins, two Tower Shields, and A brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my fourth day in Narfell, Nico gave to me...
    Four Brass Scimitars, Three Goblins, two Tower Shields, and a brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my fifth day in Narfell, Nico gave to me...
    Five Old Wine Bottles!
    Four Brass Scimitars, Three Goblins, two Tower Shields, and a brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my sixth day in Narfell, Nico gave to me...
    Six Knights-a-Smiting, Five Old Wine Bottles!
    Four Brass Scimitars, Three Goblins, two Tower Shields, and a brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my seventh day in Narfell, Nico gave to me...
    Seven Dwarfs-a-Mining, Six Knights-a-Smiting, Five Old Wine Bottles!
    Four Brass Scimitars, Three Goblins, Two Tower Shields, and a brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my eighth day in Narfell, Nico gave to me...
    Eight Bards-a-singing, Seven Dwarfs-a-Mining, Six Knights-a-Smiting, Five Old Wine Bottles!
    Four Brass Scimitars, Three Goblins, Two Tower Shields, And A brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my ninth day in Narfell, Nico gave to me...
    Nine Thousand Silvers, Eight Bards-a-singing, Seven Dwarfs-a-mining, Six Knights-a-Smiting, Five Old Wine Bottles!
    Four Brass Scimitars, Three Goblins, Two Tower Shields, And A brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my tenth day in Narfel, Nico gave to me...
    Ten Sneaks-a-Sneaking, Nine Thousand Silvers, Eight Bards-a-singing, Seven Dwarfs-a-mining, Six Knights-a-Smiting, Five Old Wine Bottles!
    Four Brass Scimitars, Three Goblins, Two Tower Shields, And A brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my eleventh day in Narfell, Nico gave to me...
    Eleven Mages Casting, Ten Sneaks-a-Sneaking, Nine Thousand Silvers, Eight Bards-a-singing, Seven Dwarfs-a-mining, Six Knights-a-Smiting, Five Old Wine Bottles!
    Four Brass Scimitars, Three Goblins, Two Tower Shields, And A brand new Treasure Chest Key.

    On my twelfth day in Narfell, Nico gave to me...
    Twelve Soldiers Fighting, Eleven Mages Casting, Ten Sneaks-a-Sneaking, Nine Thousand Silvers, Eight Bards-a-singing, Seven Dwarfs-a-mining, Six Knights-a-Smiting, Five Old Wine Bottles!
    Four Brass Scimitars, Three Goblins, Two Tower Shields, ...And A brand new Treasure Chest Key!!_


  • Tale of the Sisterhood
    An upbeat yet peaceful melody

    _(Chorus:)
    This is the tale of the Sisterhood
    Giving poor woman and children food
    Walking the land in feminine bond
    As they grow to us all quite fond.

    As morning dew she is ever sweet
    And one will always strive to meet
    The ruby Niccah, kind and caring
    Full of strength, and ever daring.

    A glowing star in the night
    Nyda shining ever bright
    Great defender of sisterhood
    and champion of all that's good.

    (Chorus)

    With blue eyes and golden hair
    Alia, a maiden ever fair
    A mother's soft and gentle smile
    Entices you to talk a while.

    Druid Tiggles is that cute hin
    Always there where pie has been
    Youngest Sister of them all
    Her brave gold heart we recall

    (Chorus)

    Comes she here from Hoarsgate
    On the winds this barmaid
    Grace that is to clouds akin
    Breathing life is Sigrlinn

    Pale elf Keira walks the land
    Standing alone of a special bland
    Cold and distant as fresh snow
    Their gentle beauty many know

    (Chorus)

    Wandering the land for godess Bast
    Against darkness Lilin stands fast.
    Coming here from the Candles of Keep
    Into fire for Aelthas she'll leap.

    Across the streets you hear sweet song
    As Alejandra walks along
    From the Swords Coast she comes far
    To bring her beauty to the Nar_

    (Chorus)

    The rest of the page is clear, as if room has been left for additional verses.


  • The Ballad of Chapped Lips Calhoun
    A country song

    It was back in 1149, At the Arabel Golden Nugget Mine
    That my great-grandma Dolores saved the day.
    When she propped the shaft and saved the lives,
    Of the other forty Arabel wives,
    When all ma grandpa's buddies ran away.

    The menfolk found their women scary..'Cause they were so big and hairy..
    They thought of powderkegs to seal them in.

    Gramps was known as 'Chapped Lips Calhoun',he was in the local saloon..
    In came Billy-Joe Walton through the door.
    He said "They're blown the Golden Nugget!"
    My grandaddy said "Oh, darn it! You've buried my Dolores, my sweet little golden 'ore"

    (Spoken)
    Now my grandaddy jumped up from his table.. finished his jug..
    And he got up to that mine just as lickety-darn-split as he could,
    Stopped off to fetch a shovel.. feed the dogs.. Brush his teeth.. Clean the John..
    and give his horse one final rubdown.

    (Melody resumes)
    Cause a rider's life ain't easy and a rider's life is hard.
    You can take him from the saddle, but he'll be forever scarred.
    Cos my grandpa was a man in love, called Dolores his 'prairie dove',
    And he told her that he loved her with every sigh.
    Cos she never once forgave him, even underneath the cave-in..
    But he knew she would forgive him, in that goldmine in the sky


  • A kiss to build a dream on
    A slow, somewhat older melody. Quiet and relaxed. The lyrics have been written smoothly, as if they have been copied from another book.

    _Give me a kiss to build a dream on..
    And my imagination, will thrive upon that kiss.
    Sweetheart, I ask no more than this..
    A Kiss to build a dream on.

    Give me a kiss before you leave me..
    and my imagination…will feed my hungry heart.
    Leave me one thing before we part..
    A kiss to build a dream on.

    When I'm alone with my fancies.. I'll be with you.
    Weaving romances.. making believe they're true

    Oh, give me your lips for just a moment..
    And my imagination, will make that moment live.
    Give me what you alone can give...
    A kiss to build a dream on!_


  • Peltarch
    A ballad

    _In the north of the Nar,
    from Waterdeep quite far
    lies the Jewel of the 'Lace
    On a stone and lawful base.

    With the College and the bards
    With the Mermaid to play cards
    It is quite a busy town
    Filled with heroes of reknown.

    Where just everything can be bought
    Where great battles have been fought
    Where the dock holds many a boat
    Where the sailors find the Goat

    Often beset by men of evil mind
    And on her lands time is not kind
    But still Peltarch is standing proud
    And so of her I now sing loud_


  • Highway to 'Fell II

    _Nico Black, merchant man.
    Eluriel is on the hunting trail.
    Wizard Tolin, arcane beard!
    With Mariston Thel you just can't fail.
    Dancing Clandra, makes you purr.
    Anakore is our knight in blue.
    Mingal Kross, super priest..
    These people 're gonna be there too…

    I'm on the highway to 'fell! (x4)

    No goblins, no bandits..Nobody's gonna slow me down.
    From the Nars pass, to Pel' city...Nobody's gonna turn me 'round.
    Hey Sune, payin' my dues...Playing in a bardic troupe.
    Hey ladies, look at me... I'm on my way to the promised land.

    I'm on the highway to 'fell! (x4)_


  • Lone Warrior
    A marching song

    _In shadow of the ruins, of the tower on the hill
    Stands a lone warrior, in the fresh morning snow.
    The echoes of warcries, he can hear them still.
    And he can see the enemy, marching below.

    He is now alone, the last of his side
    The city had fallen, to the green tide
    Soon they would find him, to finish the fight
    The battle that did rage, troughout the night

    The red on his sword, is the trophy of war
    A crimson reminder, of both side's paid cost
    Into his great shield, stick arrows shot far.
    And his eyes are heavy, with the friends that he lost

    He is now alone, the last of his side
    The city had fallen, to the green tide
    Soon they would find him, to finish the fight
    The battle that did rage, troughout the night

    The green tide did flow, across the green plain
    The soldiers stood bravely, together shield to shield
    They knew what was coming, was coming was pain
    But they stood together, and they'd never yield.

    He is now alone, the last of his side
    The city had fallen, to the green tide
    Soon they would find him, to finish the fight
    The battle that did rage, troughout the night_


  • Aelthas' Lullaby
    For Lilin

    _The moon is rising above the sea,
    and stars float high above.
    I wonder what tomorrow will be,
    what it will bring for my love.

    Over the mountain and the hill,
    trough the plains and valley
    Around the temple and the old mill,
    together always we will be.

    So go to sleep now little boy,
    lay down your head and dream.
    Tomorrow will be filled with joy,
    When you wake from sun's gleam.

    With the pass of every night,
    we grow a little stronger.
    And I do welcome that sight,
    When we're together one day longer._


  • Another one casts a spell

    _Evendur walks warily down the street, With the brim pulled way down low.
    Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, His spells all ready to go.
    Are you ready, Are you ready for this. Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
    From his hands the magic flies, For with his foes to beat

    Dum-Dum-Dum… Another one casts a spell
    Dum-Dum-Dum... Another one casts a spell
    And another bolt here, and another ray there. Another one casts a spell!
    Hey, I'm gonna buff you too! Another one casts a spell!

    How do you think you're going to get along, When all your spells are gone!?
    You cast every spell that you had, And now you're on own!
    Are you happy, are you satisfied. How long can you stand the heat?!
    You've nothing left but your staff, For with your foes to beat!

    Dum-Dum-Dum... Another one casts a spell
    Dum-Dum-Dum... Another one casts a spell
    And another bolt here, and another ray there. Another one casts a spell!
    Hey, I'm gonna buff you too! Another one casts a spell!_


  • Leopard's Rake
    A poem, written in blood.

    _Pain. A gift of life.
    Pain as the claw burrows itself into my flesh
    rips and tears at my form
    I lose part of myself. Again.

    Soft fur of the wild
    Hypnotic gaze of golden eyes
    Sleek and slender moving trough the night
    Fang and Claw rush to meet me
    Hunger for what I offer.
    Hunger for what it only has to take.

    I feel. The heat of the moment.
    From my chest, from the Claw
    Up my back and neck, and I shiver
    From shoulders to my arms, granting strength
    Into my chest and into my heart,
    as it screams with emotion
    And I live. Happily.

    The dance with my guest
    Who so willingly feasts upon offered flesh.
    is one of life and death. Of blood and feast.

    And then it ends. And I stand alone.
    My guest was weak and rude.
    And so I took back my gift.

    I took too much again._


  • Minstrel Boy
    A slow ballad

    _The Minstrel Boy, to the war has gone
    In the ranks of death you'll find him.
    His father's sword he hath girded on
    and his wild harp slung behind him.

    "Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard
    "Tho' all the world betrays thee
    One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
    One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

    The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
    could not bring that proud soul under.
    The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again
    for he tore its chords asunder.

    And said "no chains shall sully thee
    thou soul of love and brav'ry!
    Thy songs were made for the pure and free
    they shall never sound in slavery!"_


  • Beer Beer Beer
    An upbeat drinking song

    _Beer, Beer, Beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

    A long time ago way back in history, When all there was to drink, was nothing but cups of tea.
    Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps, And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

    Hey!

    He must have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king. And to his praises we shall always sing.
    Look at what he's done for us, he's filled us up with cheer.
    Gods Bless Charlies Mopps the man who invented Beer, Beer, Beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

    The Boarshead Inn, the Pissing Goat, the Regal Whore as well, One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlies' beer they sell.
    So all ye lads and lasses at eleven o'clock ye stop. For five short seconds, remember Charlies Mopps.

    One,Two,Three,Four,Five…Hey!

    He must have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king. And to his praises we shall always sing.
    Look at what he's done for us, he's filled us up with cheer.
    Gods Bless Charlies Mopps the man who invented Beer, Beer, Beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

    A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick. The kind of lubrication to make your engines tick.
    forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. Its only eight gold hapenny, and one and six in tax.

    One, Two, Three, Four, Five...Hey!

    He must have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king. And to his praises we shall always sing.
    Look at what he's done for us, he's filled us up with cheer.
    Gods Bless Charlies Mopps the man who invented Beer, Beer, Beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer.

    The Gods bless Charlie Mopps!_


  • Crimson
    A poem, written for Shemaright

    _Blood in the snow,
    defiling virginal white.
    Blood on the blade,
    the memory of flesh.
    Blood is the hair,
    flowing in the winds.
    Blood is the life,
    and death.

    The song of war
    in my mind.
    The grief of loss
    in my heart.
    The crimson call
    in my soul.

    To herald the coming of death
    at the end of cold steel
    is to walk the path of lone
    I wade trough tears
    the river of sorrow.

    The fire of the day dims
    leaving as all have done before
    and all will do after
    when death is all I bring
    and pain is all I take
    On the Crimson Path_


  • Autumn A poem

    _Leaves fall
    their dull green of life
    turned full and warm in death

    As the sun sinks lower
    As the days grow shorter
    As the end draws closer

    I find beauty in the loss of
    warmth, youth, joy
    And the gain of
    beauty, wisdom, age

    As the skies grows grey
    As the days grow dark

    We enjoy the fruits of harvest
    And we feast on that which was once
    young and alive.

    For tomorrow there will be death.
    And the lands will grow cold.
    The forests will be dark.
    And all will be empty.

    But today I stand in awe
    with the beauty of the coming end._