Gods Save the King

[Random_White_Guy]

A single flier is left in the Library

Gods Save the [tface=fraktur]K[/tface]ing[/u]

"Gods save the King"
"Gods save the King"
"Gods save the King"

Do the voices ring,
Do the children sing,
Do the bells ding,

In glory The King is Crowned
In misery The Count is Drowned
...or so they say.

Ymph is stricken with the blight
Ymph is stricken with factions afight
The clergy weeps that all will be "alright"
...And yet it is we who pay.

Powers rise and fall,
Urchins weep and bawl,
Wildlings stand so tall.
...Cannibals come to play.

Ymph burns with liquid fire,
H'bala yearns with unbridled Ire,
And the accursed minions of Sanq,
Have we mortals to thank.
...Soon there shall be no day.

And so the politicians rant
And so the  peasants chant.
And so the clergy pant-

"Gods save the King"
"Gods save the King"
"Gods save the King"

[size=9]BECAUSE THEY FORSAKE US[/size]

Hammer 17th : Year 161 : 1383 DR
Jora Colt,
Mistlocke Expatriate
Faithless[/b]

[Random_White_Guy]

Both fliers appear in the tower of Knowledge in the Quarantine Zone of Old Port

[tface=fraktur]T[/tface]oy [tface=fraktur]S[/tface]oldier

Wind, wind, wind you go,
You were warned and still you row,
Against the current against the flow

Little toy soldier as you march,
Belly full of Caermyn starch,
Eager eager throats so parch.

Wind, Wind, Wind, Release!
When will your devotion cease?
Gears and cogs never at peace.

Wind Wind Wind you go,
You were warned and still you row,
Against the current against the flow.

Puppets of the Gods,
Ignorant Sods,
Pathetic wads.

They build you up and swell with pride,
Convincing you there is no need to hide,
NOW THE ORDERSMEN HAVE DIED!

LITTLE TOY SOLDIER WHY?
WHY OH WHY OH WHY YOU CRY?
DID THE GODS BREAK YOUR TOY?
YOU PATHETIC LITTLE BOY!

LITTLE TOY SOLDIER WHY?
WHY OH WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?
NOW WE COWER, FEAR, AND CUSS-

[size=9]BECAUSE THE GODS HAVE FORSAKEN US[/size]

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Hammer 18, 1382 : Year 161 : 1383 DR[/b]

[Random_White_Guy]

[tface=fraktur]T[/tface]he [tface=fraktur]N[/tface]oorking's [tface=fraktur]P[/tface]oo-logy [tface=fraktur]E[/tface]ulogy[/u]

Chomp
A Dwarven Thane,
An insufferable pain,
Indigestion to blame,

Poor little Giant,
No time to fry it,
No time to dry it,

You ate it raw,
Shoveled by the paw,
Into your craven maw.

A sting in the belly,
Feces so smelly,
Innards of jelly

Down and Down he goes,
Where he winds up Moradin knows,
Tickling your windpipe with hairy toes.

You should have killed him,
Filled his skull cup to the rim,
Raised it high to the sky,
And supped on his bones.

Now he sits, now he waits,
Now his kindred do debate,
How to end you
How to bend you
How to make you break

A Dwarven King you hate ate
With shame heavy upon his bearded pate,
You waited until it was too late,
and now hammer 20th the date.

Trapped in your cave,
No longer a slave,
Though he was not brave,
The Thane is your grave.

No crown on your head
Your belly full of the dead
Suddenly your intestines cringe
Thane Longbeard's revenge.

Kersplat,
Kersplat,
Kersplat,

The roof is caved in

There is no escapin'

Kersplat,
Kersplat,
Kersplat,

A wretched scenting
Feces fermenting
A horrific wail
No chamberpot pail.
In the brown
The Noorkings drown

Gods save the king
The dwarves would chant,
Gods save the king,
The hobnosed gnomes would chant,

Yet the halls are silent...

[size=9]BECAUSE THE GODS DID NOT SAVE THE DELVING[/font]

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[Random_White_Guy]

[tface=fraktur]A[/tface]berdenn [tface=fraktur]B[/tface]egin [tface=fraktur]A[/tface]gain

Ever since dear Owain was Growin,
Apple of his father's eye,
Up and down the streets folks knowin',
Not if he would live or die.

A sickly lad of meek intent,
With nary a point of muscle spent,
Caermyn wouldn't relent,
To see this boy-king bent.

Mistlocke's Founders one and all,
Caermyn, Aberdenn, now they Fall
Mistlocke's Founders one and all,
The Aberdenn begin again.

Even at the so called end,
They would fight and cuss and rend,
For the Aberdenn and Caermyn Fight
For the Founder of Mistlocke's Right.

Now comes the fun part though they say,
When the Crow does pay and Stag does play,
For Mistlockehas been fucking Crushed
And its people to the four winds pushed.

So now fierce Aberdenn Knight of true,
So now craven Caermyn Smuggler few,
Is far from a day to rue!
For an opportunity sits before you.

All your bluster all your shrieking,
Your curiousities should be piquing.
Run and scream and shout and spout
Before your rival beats you out.

Mistlocke is in need of a new founder,
It's people need a new safe haven,

Mistlocke's Founders one and all,
Caermyn, Aberdenn, now they Fall
Mistlocke's Founders one and all,
The Aberdenn begin again.

[size=9]BECAUSE YOUR KING ABANDONED YOU LIKE YOUR GODS[/size][/b]