Made a poem a while back when i was inspired after routing the Brigands in the Vale of Andrath. It was read aloud in a podcast on CSTM some time ago and i figured i could also drop it in here. I'm not in the habit of making poems and i thought this one came out rather nice so i thought i'd share. I figured the RP section would an appropriate place for it.
Enjoy! (i hope )
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Farnum, Captain out of Dale
on a proud steed in the Vale
Over field and hill his gaze
saw folks frightened, in a daze
With a yell and press of spurs
bolting forward onto curs
Brigands shouting, weapons bare
only one man, he won’t dare!
Flashing broadsword silver gleams
drawing blood in many streams
Brigands crying now in dread
see their fellows laying dead
Once a camp of Riders Black
Andrath, Long Climb, south and back
Now its crumbling heart of stone
is a grave to Brigands bone
Farnum, Captain out of Dale
on an errand in the Vale
Folks still sing of him in Bree
of Farnum, Captain of the Free
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