Outracing the Flames RPG - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Undómë · 02-27-2006, 01:38 PM

Bregoware

Meghan

. . . And Lady Luck who now was lost
She heard a song of beauty most
And answering with her voice, soft
He called the one she thought a ghost
Oh, Oh, Ho! she thought the man had been a ghost

But Mister Fun, who heard her song
And feeling that he must have found
The woman he had longed for long
Towards her voice, he then moved on
Oh, Oh, Ho! towards the one he longed for long

He found her there, standing alone
Pretty she was and he swore on,
The moon and stars that lead him on
To never from her side be gone,
Oh, Oh, Ho! he’d never let her stay alone . . .

‘Well now, that is a pretty little song!’ Meghan lifted her pipe to her lips and played along with the last verse. ‘Who knew,’ she said, grinning impishly at him when the song was done, ‘that someone who spends his time among those great dumb beasts of cows with their out of tune voices, would have such a fair voice himself!’

Her good mood was overshadowed with his next words. ‘I know I’m no longer the leader here . . .’ She watched as he seemed to force a smile to his face and went about the business of getting ready to go.

Despite the fact she would feel better if one of the more seasoned warriors were to take the group in hand, Meghan wondered what sort of resentment this might breed in the group. Forgetting she had laid it upon herself to keep her opinions and questions to herself, she voiced the question that had formed in her mind. Her eyes darted around the group . . .

‘So, who is to be leader, now?’

02-27-2006, 01:38 PM	#11
Undómë Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 400	Bregoware Meghan . . . And Lady Luck who now was lost She heard a song of beauty most And answering with her voice, soft He called the one she thought a ghost Oh, Oh, Ho! she thought the man had been a ghost But Mister Fun, who heard her song And feeling that he must have found The woman he had longed for long Towards her voice, he then moved on Oh, Oh, Ho! towards the one he longed for long He found her there, standing alone Pretty she was and he swore on, The moon and stars that lead him on To never from her side be gone, Oh, Oh, Ho! he’d never let her stay alone . . . ‘Well now, that is a pretty little song!’ Meghan lifted her pipe to her lips and played along with the last verse. ‘Who knew,’ she said, grinning impishly at him when the song was done, ‘that someone who spends his time among those great dumb beasts of cows with their out of tune voices, would have such a fair voice himself!’ Her good mood was overshadowed with his next words. ‘I know I’m no longer the leader here . . .’ She watched as he seemed to force a smile to his face and went about the business of getting ready to go. Despite the fact she would feel better if one of the more seasoned warriors were to take the group in hand, Meghan wondered what sort of resentment this might breed in the group. Forgetting she had laid it upon herself to keep her opinions and questions to herself, she voiced the question that had formed in her mind. Her eyes darted around the group . . . ‘So, who is to be leader, now?’