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Date Posted: 19:15:33 02/07/02 Thu
Author: Sentir
Subject: Stumbles in..

A young man with a lute on his back stumbles up the hill, with frequent pauses for falling over or bumping into parts of the landscape. His clothes are bright and in extremely poor taste, providing a garish contrast to his dark brown hair and brown eyes. At last he nears the cave mouth and attempts a bow, managing to fall over once again in the process. During this, his satchel flies open, spilling papers out for the playfull breeze to toy with. With an inarticulate cry of anguish, the hapless minstrel chases his music all over the hill. A few sheets even drift into the cave, to provide merriment for anyone who picks them up. The minstrel once again walks up to the cave mouth, managing to retain his balance, then makes a small bow, amnaging not to tumble over this time. Then, in a rather braethless voice he begins to sing. Even though his voice is possibly the worst ever heard, the music concerns the renegades.

Over many a glade have I wandered,
To pursue my glorious visions.
For my mule from me was plundered,
Whilst I stopped to buy provisions.

I have searched both far and near,
For the fearless renegades.
And because I am no seer,
I fruitlessly searched the glades.

But finally I have found ye.
(Or at least I hope I have)
For my voice is mighty weary,
From singing into every cave.

I am searching for these rebels
Who carry freedom's flag.
Who, unlike some holders,
Will not a minstrel gag.

I have come to join you
And spread your glories far.
To create an epic ballad,
Which the ages shall not mar.

[(OOC-Yes, he did stop to sing this song into any cave he could find that was far from human habitation. This helps to explain why most caves are uninhabited except by tunnel-snakes, who are tone-deaf to begin with.)]

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Replies:

Ahh! Save my poor ears! -- Basillisk, 20:03:52 02/07/02 Thu
- Trys another bow.. -- Sentir, 20:15:36 02/07/02 Thu
  - I thankyou for your help... -- Basillisk, 20:19:04 02/07/02 Thu
    - Considers... -- Sentir, 11:38:17 02/08/02 Fri
      - It would be a good skill if I actually carried belt knives... -- Basillisk, 16:17:34 02/08/02 Fri
        Gryffen emerged from her cave... -- Gryffen, 18:00:14 02/08/02 Fri
        That was him... -- Basillisk, 20:02:59 02/08/02 Fri