3. Another Appears

Another Appears

  • S

    ((Posted in the usual places, written in bold bright colours))

    **And so at last we can rejoice!
    You the People, made the choice
    But bureaucrats and Cheating scum
    Delayed the day that now has come!
    Senella’s Reign begins this day!
    All and sundry shout Hooray!
    A strike for goodly and wise rule
    Good riddance to the Fisher Fool!

    Waves of joy Break over you!
    No longer fret! Do not be blue!
    Rejoice as only the Jewel can
    Shine forth each woman, and each man!
    Each child knows that from this day
    Food and warmth will come their way!
    An Age of peace and plenty’s here
    So everyone raise up a Cheer!

    Today we cheer Eowiel
    Today we shout, today we yell!
    Tomorrow all her hard work starts
    It takes a lot to heal your hearts
    To build your pride in this, our, Jewel
    Eowiel is no-ones fool
    Tomorrow she will start her work
    Take up the burden she’ll never shirk!

    But for today, lift up your glass!
    For today, let worries pass!
    Today let no-one wear a frown!
    Wear Sunday best, suit and gown!
    Come dance throughout the city now!
    It’s time to party! Show me how!
    Let all the work, tomorrow start
    Today the city has new heart!**

    The Shadow Poet


  • A recent arrival to the city (that could almost pass for a younger, more handsome version of Deacon) sees the poems as walks through the city. He stops and talks to himself in a voice obviously meant for others to hear.

    My brother told me that this city was called "bard-town" by some, but I had no idea what a pansy-garden it really was! Maybe I am in the wrong place…

  • S

    [In the usual places]

    **I walked the streets with my darling wife
    Wandering, Meandering
    Contemplating slandering.
    Dreaming up another rhyme
    To bring to you another time.
    She indicated sewer grates
    Being sealed up, far too late
    And asked me what I thought.
    I smiled and patted at her hand
    And said they’re doing what they ought.

    T’was then I heard, incredulous
    Miraculously scandalous
    My darling, chuckled, tremulous.
    To see an Ashald standing there
    A senator, young, dark hair
    Standing like he owned the place
    Delicious smirk upon his face
    As he denied their right to seek
    The source of all those fiendish ghouls
    That make my darling’s knees go weak.

    Guards and defenders stood and glowered
    Glared, and angry glances shared
    Not believing that he dared.
    The ghouls had taken many lives.
    Husbands, daughters, sons and wives.
    Hardly a chore to let them look
    With suppressed rage, my own heart shook
    Now evil dwells in Ashald’s House
    There never has been doubt of it
    But e’en they must weep to claim this louse.

    Now overzealous defender types
    Are meal to my grist,
    And no, I’ll not enlist.
    And you and I are smart enough
    To know ghouls don’t freeze and no breath huff.
    That sewers always have two ends
    And to lake the cities waste descends.
    But even if the search wastes time
    The Senator should do his part.
    Now Au’revoir, til my next rhyme.**

    The Shadow Poet


  • Ocean chuckles
    "Aye, he'z nay verry gud, bu' yer haz ter admit he raiziz tempaz… Zo, Ad? Yer plannin ter retire zoon zo ah cun ha yer Mazta'z perzizhun?"

  • N

    Ad reads over the poster commenting only

    Mayhap the college ought to offer a new course on rhyme schemes and meter. No doubt we could offer parody and satire as part of the course.
    Of course, no doubt it'd be interrupted by the defenders looking for their man …and finding a classful.

    shrugs Mayhap not, then.


  • Deacon can be seen sitting outside the Black Sail's warehouse, accompanied by a number of his crew, one of the posters in hand. Laughing and mocking the law-force of the city, he pays little kids to sing the text on the poster outloud to the crew, which only contributes to the laughter heard.

  • T

    Tyal, who is not himself particularly lawful, copied the ballad onto a scroll and is heard about Peltarch working it into a simple tune. Tyal does not seem eager to meet this Shadow Poet, but does keep an eye and ear open for one who might be he.


  • Nathen Wingates burbles into a melodic, youthful fit of chuckles and snickers whilst he reads, holding unto his tummy with one hand and wiping tears of humor from his greenish blue eyes.

  • A

    Lilly can be seen hand copying the poem and putting a new one up where the old one was pissed on.

  • E

    A very weary looking Drelan smiles as he sees one of the poems. He then continues with his meetings and watch.

  • G

    Olsen unzips his trousers and lets a long piss on the poem

    I tip good poets and there's bards what can attest to that. This is pansy tripe in simple meter at best. Bugger Dentin all you like but at least get some talent first.


  • Some wonderful soul writes on one of the posters that if you join the defenders, you'll probably serve under Dentin


  • Emma Lavindo sees one of the posters as she is one her way to issue more equipment. She stops up and reads the poster with an emty expression before resuming her tasks, without giving a hint of what she thinks about the poem


  • Cyrian reads one of the posters and frowns, apparently not too happy that once again the organisation from which he is apart of is gartering a bad name because of certain members, he then goes on about his duties walking throughout the docks watching for anything suspicious


  • Linah sees the poster and reads it with a smile on her lips

    HAHAHA! she laughs That reminds me of the time I was going to Norwick and their militia fought with ghouls! Didnt want to get involved. You know, aint to smart to sneak up on people fighting, waving swords all around and all. That captain of thiers, Milshot, was about to cut me in half cause of that, or send me to the slammer chuckles He was lucky I was in a good mood… walks away, whistling merrily


  • Senator Ashald reads one of the poems, pulls it down and walks off to the Seafarer Halls. Moments after entering, the laughter of several people can be heard from within. He walks out shortly after still laughing lightly and continues his walk around the docks.


  • Ocean see's this and snorts.

    "Az if ennyun'd join ennythin' tha'd let Dentin be a memba. Mebbe if he wuz chuk'd out ricryutmunt'd go up."

    With a chuckle she walks on.


  • Dentin returns in a few hours, and starts hanging the recruitment posters of the Defenders next to the poems, challenging those who claim to know it all to do better themselves.


  • Out for a walk one fine day Rilia sees one of the posters pausing to read it. She first wraps her arms around her waist and then starts quivering, finally ending up her lavender eyes watering and unable to contain her laughter. Taking down one of the posters and folding it neatly she tucks it away in her journal…Walking off to the sisterhood house.


  • Dentin reads trough the new poem quietly, smiling towards the end and calmly walking away, leaving the poem to hang.