Bard's Corner

[Dirtcopter77-]

Pull up a chair, friend, and let us share a mug of ale as we tell of our great battles, of past lives, of majestic sights. Sing us songs of your past, and let is revel!

Post bard-style poems or songs here. They can be as long or short as you like. Bonus points if they rhyme, but they don't have to.

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The Battle Of Arcwind Basin


No sun to he found.
'Twas a cold winter's day.
Snow blowing all around
I had long since lost my way.

I was searching a dragon.
It's head to claim.
I only sought to fill my flagon
And bolden my name.

My companion was strong.
From Riften he came.
Our time together was long.
Marcurio his name.

I crested the peak.
I saw Nordic tombs.
My limbs became weak
As the shadow looms.

I heard the beast roar.
I ran down to the ground
I was stopped by four.
Skeletons all around!

I smashed them apart
And ran to hide.
I could feel my heart
Beating inside.

My friend's magic did crackle
But I heard a dead Nord.
The Draugr did cackle!
I killed it with my sword.

I spotted a tower
And ran inside.
Only a place to cower
No loot on the side.

The dragon did shriek!
More Draugr appeared.
I ran to the peak
There were as strong as I feared!

As our steel clashed
The dragon fell.
Marcurio's thunder flashed
Throughout the dell.

The battle was finished.
My heart hammered.
I sat down for a drink
The dragon shimmered.

Arcwind is a dangerous place
A place where combat is long.
A battle though you may face
It makes a darn good song!

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Post songs of your own battles! They don't have to be battles though. It could he the mystery of a Dwemer ruin. It could describe your favourite sword. It could be a tale of your affairs with a particularly dashing lass from Solitude.

 

[Pete]

The hapless vampire.

Mindi the Mage, left the cave,
Breton she was, but no more.
For the scars she bore,
told of the tale,
of how she became infected by the curse of Malog Bal.

Sharp fangs when she hungers,
She’ll rip you asunder.
But during the day,
children are safe as they play.

Tonight will be special, no moon in sight,
with her hunger, she will cause a great blight.

To her surprise,
she could not find anyone nearby alive.
So oft to the village she went.

On her way, she fell into rage,
For she forgot the key to her cave,
When the sun arose,
They found nothing but her clothes.

 

[Train]

A Fair Fight:

I tell a tale of two,
Warriors with much todo,
One being Norseman,
The other hailed from Orsimer.

"I am waiting for a good death,
Too old to be chief,
Grant me this request,
O' Nord with no *teeth"

"I will do as you ask,
O' Orc from the past,
But this fight is not fair,
Not from that stare."

"Then I shall bind a hand,
Lend me a band,
This way I can say
I did my best to this day."

"Your skill is great,
But this fate is not worthy,
Orc from Orsinium,
I too bind a limb."

"Very well, Norseman,
Yet we're back where we started,
This fight is not fair,
Not by your hair."

"Then bind your other,
And let this fight begin,
It's time to see mother,
She's waiting at the end."

With both hands bound,
The Orc charged in,
The Nord with war axe,
swung for his chin.

The Orc's mouth opened wide,
His fangs shown with pride,
Parried the blade,
Thrown to the side.

None knew his name,
That Nord from the North,
But they laugh in Sovngarde,
Of the day an Orsimer,
Killed a Norse with bound hands.

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*The Nord had teeth, just not like an Orc. Don't ask me why I thought this to be a good story, I'm trying not to think about it too hard, I just like that Old Orc, and he always beats the crap out of me.

 

[Monolith]

Here's an old tale of woe I wrote in bygone days. I have altered it slightly to keep with the theme of Skyrim:

The Journey

I journied to the Throat of the World, that pinnacle of betrayal
My path cut through lands I had never known
Blindly following the signs
The bloodbirds in the sky
I walked that distance, alone

My song my companion, death at my heels
Singing to quiet the premonition
Of something to come, perhaps something I had done
Seeds of sin borne to fruition

As the chill in my heart grows with every step
Bitter reverie seeps into my bones
Have I turned my back to my long lost innocence
Severed from comfort, my hands numb from the cold

Time and again the sun sets and rises
A desert march for the thirsty traveler
Through canyons and forests, fells and rivers
Cursing every breath, chanting as I shiver

At the zenith of my journey I realize my folly
To wilfully cast my life away
A martyr's demise awaits at the end
With no one to mourn him
Alduin circling in

Before the World-Eater can claim me, I open my mouth
But my voice dies in the wind as I shout
I gaze up and scream "I am deceived!! "
As a mocking answer
I'm bled crimson
by a sun long since bereaved

That was my journey
No more hymns in the wind
My song forever lost to the wilds
Perhaps carried by the river
an elegy of silence
But swept away in a while

 

[Zoridium JackL]

the true warriors light

there once was a sapling man
brought from abroad
he ran with a shield
but rarely bared sword

for this small weak elf
did not like to fight
not out of kindness
or any of the like

he disliked fighting
for he knew the result
he would stand victorious
but always alone

then along came a warrior
proud and ambitious
she fought like a wolf
all hungry and vicious

she challenged the sapling man
with arrow and bow
a style the sapling man
knew all to well

dueling at dusk
he thought would be right
so standeth they did
at dawn after night,

as soon as the sun
broke the hills with its light
they were both to draw strings
and let their arrows take flight

but as the light shone
a strange thing occurred
an emotion so odd
that it felt almost absurd

for an instant, no more,
our man saw the face
of a wonderful young maiden
standing in place
of the vicious young warrior
who had vanished without trace

as the sun rose the two warriors stood
and stood, and stood, and stood, and stood,

for although their arms tired
with the weight of drawn strings
the warriors could never destroy
such a wonderful thing

for neither warrior felt alone anymore,
the thing which they felt can only be described,
as love

so the two set down arms
and called it a draw
for both fighters were happy
and alone no more.

------

true story.

 

[Dirtcopter77-]

Glad to finally have some replies. I had thought the thread quite deceased. I'll put up another song later today.

 

[Train]

Glad to finally have some replies. I had thought the thread quite deceased. I'll put up another song later today.

It's a great idea, I don't know why there aren't more being posted...I guess it is pretty hard though, I might try doing another as well sometime. Peace

 

[Train]

Troll Bait:

A monster of old,
It's fur so white,
With claws so cold,
With arms of might.

A hunter's prize,
Bale the Wind,
Did seek to gain,
It's pelt he would win.

There it slept,
In a cave dark as night,
Up he crept,
Bow ready to strike.

The beast did breathe,
Heavy with snore,
Bale nocked arrow,
Sweat dripped from pore.

There it flew,
Digging deep in sinew,
The rocks themselves,
Seemed to roar.

Out he ran,
Did Bale the Wind,
As fast as any man,
So near his ruin.

The sun had risen,
But the skies were a prison,
For all around,
The farmers had bound.

They had paid him his gold,
But he was not told,
They would capture,
This creature no matter.

All around,
The cage fell down,
Trapping Bale and beast,
Within it's frown.

Such was the end,
Of Bale the Wind.

 

[Train]

Seriously? No one has a good tale to tell?

 

[Zoridium JackL]

I did have a good tale to tell, and then I told it.

 

[Train]

I did have a good tale to tell, and then I told it.

I guess there's only a few like us that have any interest in something like this. Oh well, half of the reason I got into TES is the great stories in the books, two of my all-time favorites being The Locked Room and The Third Door.

 

[Rayven]

This thread is great! Not sure how I've missed it. Maybe one of these days when I have some time, I'll have to try and come up with something.

 

[Dirtcopter77-]

Ugh, I haven't been able to think of a song in a while. I have some spare time now, so I will think of one.

The Wanderer from the Marsh


There was a very strange man
Who came from a very strange land.

His skin was scaly, his eyes deep yellow
He really was an odd sort of fellow.

He came from the marsh, a land of cold damp
He travelled to Solitude, and set up his camp.

The guards looked him over, and closed the town doors.
We would not show our citizens such strange horrors!

The Argonian was angry, but kept his calm.
He persuaded the guard, with his silvered tongue.

It sure wouldn't be too hard to let me in,
I'm sure nobody would care about my skin.

The guard thought it over, and scratched his head.
Well, okay, but nobody cares if you end up dead.

The Argonian slipped in, under the cover of night.
Well, he was met with a frightening sight.

Corpses lined the moss-covered streets
Carts were upturned, spilling their meats.

He turned to a merchant, how pale his skin.
He said, don't worry, it's just Dovahkiin!

What is that? He wondered, some sort of disease?
Or some great brutal monster who kills with great ease?

No, no said the merchant. He's a great Nordic fighter.
He kills a lot of people, but he fetched me my lighter!

A strange land this is, where people can die
And nobody cares because the killer made them pie.

A man came through the gates, dragging a corpse
And all of the guards came with weapons, of course.

Stop, criminal! Go to jail or pay!
I'm with the guild, look the other way.

The guards wandered off, seemingly content.
While the Argonian went to pick up his tent.



Finally got that done...my computer crashed twice trying to write this.

 

[The_Deadliest_Troll]

Awesome thread idea man! I love poetry and song writing. I'm gonna try to write one later. How many respect points would I get if I broke out say my mandolin and made a video of a song like true bard? Because I'm more than capable of doing that.

 

[Dirtcopter77-]

If you could do that, that would be amazing! I have to say, making anything pleasant-sounding on a guitar is beyond me.

 

[Buffington Battle-Born]

something blah blah DRAGONS!
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amidoinitrite?

 

[Buffington Battle-Born]

The tale of Buffington Battle-Born

Heroes rise, and heroes fall,
but the legend of the Dragonborn will always stand tall.
He traveled to Sovengarde to rid the sky of black wings,
and he shall be there again, with the highest of kings.
The future of Skyrim will be free of the dragons' rage.
To see those days, we must turn the page.

But, before his great stand, he was a terrible man!
He murderd and burglared across our great land!
He slaughtered Titus Mede II for the Dark Brotherhood,
along with many others, spilling oceans of blood!
We must not forget he did the Empire a deed;
he forever stopped Ulfric's thirst for power, and all of his greed!

The Dragonborn did both good and bad for all of Skyrim.
He made us happy, and made us grim.
If anyone dared challenge him, he'd kill them and move along,
and if it weren't for him, we wouldn't have this great song!
He saved all of us, he saved all of Nirn...
And let us pray the dragons will never return!

Heroes rise, and heroes fall,
but the legend of the Dragonborn will always stand tall.
He traveled to Sovengarde to rid the sky of black wings,
and he shall be there again, with the highest of kings.
The future of Skyrim will be free of the dragons' rage.
To see those days, we must turn the page.

 

[Buffington Battle-Born]

Come on! no one else has a song?

 

[Train]

Come on! no one else has a song?

Hello there fellow, traveler. One itinerant minstrel and wandering wastrel, at your service...