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Berwyn's Ballads


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A rake, a drunkard, and an absent-minded musician with dreams of adventure and glory, Berwyn the Bard takes note of everything around him only so far as it could make a good song. Perhaps if you steal a peek in his notebook or catch him at work in a tavern, you can experience one of Berwyn’s popular tunes, or see his next masterpiece come to life…

 

((Here's a collection of songs written and performed by Berwyn the Bard. This post will be periodically updated with new material. All songs are my original compositions but feel free to use them in game or on the forums as much as you like))

 

Berwyn’s Ballads #1: The Demon of Dobrov

 

https://youtu.be/_rkCoRvYxik

 

Spoiler

In Dob-rov’s mines

In caverns deep

The de-mon lurks…

And spreads his weeds

 

The craw-ling vines

And ancient trees

All sing his song

His name they speak

 

Don’t say it here!

He could be near…

Rea-dy to come and

Take us all away!

 

Berwyn’s Ballads #2: Sylvia

 

https://youtu.be/b-51C8usJPY

 

Berwyn’s Ballads #3: Tavern Glow

 

https://youtu.be/LDeVUqDeG-A

((some issues with the upload, will fix at a later date))

 

Spoiler

Ice cold winds and night close in

Bitter rain falls on my skin

Soon must I stop for the night

The looming trees grant no respite

 

Gently piercing through the gloom

A warm lamp light’s orange bloom

 

Up upon the timber frame

Carving cut the shrouded Dame

As I swing wide the shut door

The bitter cold stings so much more

 

While inside the hearth did glow

It’s warmth touch’d no mortal soul

 

As I push my way inside

To the counter do I stride

Leaving coins and taking bread

I find a room within to bed

 

Some time on a chorus rings

All the patrons roar and sing

As I peer out to the fold

I can’t believe what I behold

 

Phantoms, specters, demons, shades

Dozens of ghosts appear and fade

 

From the door my arm is flagged

Out to the floor, I am dragged

They laugh and sing and merry make

On blood red wine their thirst they slake

 

I’m tossed about and turned around

Where can the damn door be found!

 

As I rush my way to the door

The patrons cackle ever more

 

It won’t budge, there’s no escape!

I turn about, my mouth agape!

 

They all reach out to my face,

To my God I plead and pray!

 

Just as I believe I’m doomed,

Dawn breaks and light fills the room!

 

 

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Borris Iver Kortrevich smiles and nods at the ballads, their tunes carrying well with his drink. 

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