"Poems about the Mist's End", by Various Authors

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[SIZE="5"][FONT="Book Antiqua"]By Various Authors, Edited by Jacqueline Dulcimer[/FONT]

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The Mist seeps in quietly thick and thin,
But the warm fire light keeps it at bay.
Families gather amongst friend and kin
Seeking merriment after the long day.

Drinks are swiftly poured, scent filling the room:
Golden ale carries the bite of winter,
Wine that dances away all doom and gloom,
And spirits with flame to put you under.

But 'tis not the drinks that is most savoured.
Nor the camaraderie of great friends.
'Tis not the walls that act as a coat furred.
Nor the light that fills the endeering dens.

Rather, 'tis the lovers hidden away
Wishing tomorrow naught becomes today.

~ Amelaura Ibriselva

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"Where one goes for Fun"

　

In the mists locked there is a place
where you can dance, sing, and fill your face
With food and drink and happy times.
Where bards sing out in word and rhyme

　
Battles blaze in the lower arena pit
Tournaments that declare champions only of the most fit.
Gathered adventurers bash, slice, and scream.
While folks above rest and dream.
　
The greats of Broland the mighty and the Lightning Lance fought here,
As well as bards of epic regard over the years.
Plays and songs of Abigailecho through the tavern.
As well as tales of ruins, sunken cities and the darkest caverns.
　

Where we recollect after the day,
Have a drink and hit the hay,
Eat our fill, and fill our face,
The Mists' End tavern is the place.

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[tface=goudy]~ Ulysses Smogson[/tface]

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From this cold familiar floor I see the score of scratches
Beneath the weathered table that record my drinking matches.
So oft this hallowed hall of mead and merry has been a home,
I'm more familiar with the ale than with the green sea foam.

Once I was a sailor, on the Seas a-Shining.
Now ashore it's more for whiskey than the sea I'm pining.
I'll be here in a drink 'til the Count's flag flies,
'Til a Caermyn's broke, 'Til an Aberdenn cries.

We lift our glass
We lift our voice
We live to drink
And to rejoice
I lift my feet
My head hits floor
And if Pal lifts leg
Roll me out the door

Kobolds come a-calling up at Jacey's Gate.
Second dozen sending keeps the kids up late.
'Nother pauping pastor drowns the town in prayer.
And now I think the With'rin' is taking my hair.

But Gods save the town and Gods save the drink.
The ale's all I know, but the wine's what I think.
Once the wind blew past on my old grey raft,
Now it's always in the inn that I feel the draughts.

We lift our glass
We lift our voice
We live to drink
And to rejoice
I lift my feet
My head hits floor
And if Pal lifts leg
Roll me out the door

~ Reuel

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I:
With a warm, lively fire, and music to boot,
We lack nothing here, least of all Food!
We Dance here in bliss, and sing all our songs,
We all know the truth, 'tis here it belongs!
Ale, mead and wine, for only few coins,
Can all be yours here, but we won't serve your loins!

II:
My second home, my place of dreams,
It's here I come for rest.
The days we all know are full of loud screams,
It's here I come to forget.
The ale here is cheap, the food oh-so warm,
It's here I come to feast.
The beds here are warm, and mostly lice free,
It's here I find rest, at last.
The Mist's End is the place, the best one around,
It's here we come to forget the days screams.

III:
A place of wonder amidst all the dreary;
Ale tugged well in hand.
A place of kind warmth amidst the cruel cold;
Food and drink a plenty.
A place of friends amidst all the Strangers;
A place for all to share.

IV:
A land in the dark, so dreadful and dreary,
surrounded by mystery Mist.
The Curse so depressing, we lose all our hope,
And dreams start to fade, into nothing.
But one man says "Enough!", and keeps a sharp vigil,
protecting what dreams we have left.
Hood is his name and Major his title,
Savior of Mistlocke his truth.
For a man with no dreams, isn't really a man,
but broken and torn; A husk!
But Hood built this place, where dreams be revived,
and laughter be heard, far and wide!
This is the place the Mist's cannot reach, the heart of Mistlocke,
The Mist's End.

V:
When you feel lonely,
Abandoned, Forgot,
One place you can count on,
To treat you just right.
Here are plenty ales,
with meals on the sides,
and with all it entails,
many bards here perform.
So stop feeling lonely,
stop feeling spent,
Come join us all here,
At the Mist's End.

VI:
Come for a meal,
Come for a drink,
Come for a laugh,
Or come just to come!
It's here that we sing,
it's here that we dance,
It's here that we keep all the troubles at bay!
It's for this that we fight,
It's for this that we bleed,
It's for this that we sacrifice,
It's this we protect.
So come now, my heroes,
Come now, every one,
Come have a drink,
And a freshly cooked meal!

~ Lily Evans, of Sharess

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