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Ever had a poem/ballad/epic told by a bard of your player's exploits? [Archive] - Wizards Community

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Arravis
07-23-04, 02:03 PM During a game, has anyone ever had a poem/ballad/epic told by a bard of your player's exploits? This is something I feel I've not done enough of in my own games... basicly give the players kudos for their past deets, etc. Anyway... my wife (who did most of the work), a friend of mine (Cygnus, a poster here :)) and I got together and wrote a "poem" of the PC's exploits to use in tonights game. Anyway, I thought you guys might enjoy it and perhaps you could post some of your own :).

Nat Wyler’s Belle (As used for street marionettes):

About Nat Wyler this tale I tell.
In the distant town of Phlan he’d dwelled,
Where once his feasthall did quite well.
With each hoot for ale did he ring his bell.

When the hand of death did snuff his spark,
Behind his countertop was parked,
Nat Wyler’s body stiff and stark,
Lacquered on a patron’s lark.

But summoned from his rest one night,
The cruel result of a Cleric’s spite,
Ole Nat Wyler sat upright,
To give the town an awful fright!

And so he stepped out his grave,
But to his stomach he was slave.
Though his yearnings, they were not depraved.
T’was apple muffins he did crave.

But so long was he cold and pale,
And fancies he had missed.
A baker’s treat and a nice cold ale
Ole Nat, he could not resist!

So! To the bak’ry he stole in the night,
Unseen by stars and lantern-lights,
Through the streets till he did sight,
A store of these wondrous delights.

But lo, that weren’t all he’d take!
For the general store he soon did make.
For who else, after eating such a cake
Would not have a thirst they’d need to slake?

So for ale he ventured right,
Unseen by moon and candlelight.
Through the streets till he did sight,
A store of this wondrous delight.

But most bizarre was his third-most stop,
For next he went to the perfumist’s shop.
Exotic scents he stole, but he was no fop,
For a swooning woman they were, every drop.

But so long was he cold and pale,
And fancies he had missed.
A baker’s treat and a nice cold ale
Ole Nat, he could not resist!

And to her home, Nat Wyler’d gone,
Her voice to him a nymph’s fair song.
Not knowing he’d been dead so long,
His lady had to the heavens gone.

But Phlan in all its justly fright,
Had hired Heroes full of might.
These travelers, the leaves in a falls flight,
Would bring this travesty to light.

So Ole Nat sat, heart battered and torn,
Till found by the Heroes duty sworn
To smite this monster from undeath born,
But yet touched that Nat was so forlorn.

Who, not the beast that they had come to rend,
Though a ghastly savage, they could not pretend.
Munificently, to his grave they’d Nat Wyler send,
His torn heart the ages for to mend.

Being not murd’rous fiend nor beast from Hell,
The Heroes sought to treat him well.
They led him to a temple cell
By ringing Ole Nat’s belov’d bell.

But so long was he cold and pale,
And fancies he had missed.
A baker’s treat and a nice cold ale
Ole Nat, he could not resist!

His undead state he’d fine’ly learn’d,
And to resume his rest he badly yearn’d.
So back to his grave he was return’d,
A final sleep and rightly earn’d.

Now once again in his bar he stands,
That mighty bell in his cold smooth hands.
But his patrons now they understand,
Nat Wyler’s just as ever like any man.

When they raise their beers and give their hoots,
To the Heroes and Ole Nat Wyler with hearty salutes,
For the Heroes’ deeds and Nat’s wants, too:
Valors, Apples, Ales, and good women, through and through!
Lashan
07-23-04, 04:22 PM I wrote the chorus for a song about one of the players in my group. I'm the DM for a fey'ri character in Tantras (a damaran-cultural city) which hates anything with the taint of other-planar and also evil. The character has been accused of everything that could go wrong by the population and is notoriously known as the "demon elf". A NPC bard wrote a very popular song with the same title that I created the chorus for. I sing it to the group on occasion to make them laugh.
Gemstone
07-26-04, 03:22 PM One of my players have a character named Brayan Frostarrow. When he and an NPC Bard (actually my character) twarted the plans of a very evil bandit leader, the bard created a poem about this... sadly enough, he kind of failed with the poem and later, he died. The funny thing is that today, all the people around the coast know about Brayan Frostarror because of the song, but nobody ever mentions the bard...
Enslaved DM
07-26-04, 04:39 PM My drow wizard composed some murder poetry. Three different short poems.
Lashan
08-03-04, 06:22 PM OK....I found the song that I wrote the chorus for. Sure, it's geeky, but here goes:

In the dark streets of Tantras
the Demon Elf boldy strides
unguarded, unfettered, unchallenged
all goodly souls must hide
Until someone stops the madness
how many people will have to die?

I know, I know...don't quit my day job.
Tarus
08-03-04, 07:35 PM No, but we've had a judge read us our sentencings...does that count?
Jaremy Rykker
08-04-04, 02:15 AM I can't remember it, but my bard had a poor mishap in a battle once. Thanks to some incredible roles in his hiding, it was decided that I must be hiding in a corner of the room near the roof. Naturally, as the unfriendly band of kobold warriors passed through, mind you these are uber-kobolds, I noticed odd behavior out of one in the back who seemed to suddenly be pulled backwards. Not knowing what to do, I dove into the fray, and took out one of the kobolds, and then was almost immediately knocked cold in the ensuing combat as my rolls were so poor beyond that point. Either way, the party's ranger continued his incredibly rolls, with his average probably being an unmodified 15 or 16, and he managed to take down the entire party.

Either way, I wrote a song about it... my version of it, where I killed a lot of the enemies, and went down fighting valiantly, where as the ranger simply mopped up what I had started. It portrayed the ranger as crude and oafish, and was quite a bit of fun writing. Either way, I marched into town and held a performance on the town green for everybody around. I showed the negative-charisma ranger there. Rolled a natural 20, and with my +13 perform bonus, that was the greatest performance that town had ever seen. Too bad poor farming communities tip you with coppers. I still had in area of 5 dozen coppers and a handful of silvers.
thalious
08-04-04, 11:43 PM I had two bard NPCs who were the chroniclers of many of the PCs expliots..... One was a MAle Half-Elf Bard/Archer who was transformed into a Half-Illithid and then slain by a group of PCs, the other was a Female Human Bard/Virtuoso/Druid who is now a Lich under the sway of Orcus due to being slain by aTroll worshipper of the Fiend who brought the body and her trapped soul to him.

Thus far, I have no new Bards IMC, but eventually I will get the idea for another one.
AvengedMutablegenus
08-07-04, 07:28 PM hahah , no but in a mansion the party earned as a quest reward their was a stain glass artwork depicting the party leader leading the party to fight a cove of kir-lanans

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Arravis 07-23-04, 02:03 PM	During a game, has anyone ever had a poem/ballad/epic told by a bard of your player's exploits? This is something I feel I've not done enough of in my own games... basicly give the players kudos for their past deets, etc. Anyway... my wife (who did most of the work), a friend of mine (Cygnus, a poster here :)) and I got together and wrote a "poem" of the PC's exploits to use in tonights game. Anyway, I thought you guys might enjoy it and perhaps you could post some of your own :). Nat Wyler’s Belle (As used for street marionettes): About Nat Wyler this tale I tell. In the distant town of Phlan he’d dwelled, Where once his feasthall did quite well. With each hoot for ale did he ring his bell. When the hand of death did snuff his spark, Behind his countertop was parked, Nat Wyler’s body stiff and stark, Lacquered on a patron’s lark. But summoned from his rest one night, The cruel result of a Cleric’s spite, Ole Nat Wyler sat upright, To give the town an awful fright! And so he stepped out his grave, But to his stomach he was slave. Though his yearnings, they were not depraved. T’was apple muffins he did crave. But so long was he cold and pale, And fancies he had missed. A baker’s treat and a nice cold ale Ole Nat, he could not resist! So! To the bak’ry he stole in the night, Unseen by stars and lantern-lights, Through the streets till he did sight, A store of these wondrous delights. But lo, that weren’t all he’d take! For the general store he soon did make. For who else, after eating such a cake Would not have a thirst they’d need to slake? So for ale he ventured right, Unseen by moon and candlelight. Through the streets till he did sight, A store of this wondrous delight. But most bizarre was his third-most stop, For next he went to the perfumist’s shop. Exotic scents he stole, but he was no fop, For a swooning woman they were, every drop. But so long was he cold and pale, And fancies he had missed. A baker’s treat and a nice cold ale Ole Nat, he could not resist! And to her home, Nat Wyler’d gone, Her voice to him a nymph’s fair song. Not knowing he’d been dead so long, His lady had to the heavens gone. But Phlan in all its justly fright, Had hired Heroes full of might. These travelers, the leaves in a falls flight, Would bring this travesty to light. So Ole Nat sat, heart battered and torn, Till found by the Heroes duty sworn To smite this monster from undeath born, But yet touched that Nat was so forlorn. Who, not the beast that they had come to rend, Though a ghastly savage, they could not pretend. Munificently, to his grave they’d Nat Wyler send, His torn heart the ages for to mend. Being not murd’rous fiend nor beast from Hell, The Heroes sought to treat him well. They led him to a temple cell By ringing Ole Nat’s belov’d bell. But so long was he cold and pale, And fancies he had missed. A baker’s treat and a nice cold ale Ole Nat, he could not resist! His undead state he’d fine’ly learn’d, And to resume his rest he badly yearn’d. So back to his grave he was return’d, A final sleep and rightly earn’d. Now once again in his bar he stands, That mighty bell in his cold smooth hands. But his patrons now they understand, Nat Wyler’s just as ever like any man. When they raise their beers and give their hoots, To the Heroes and Ole Nat Wyler with hearty salutes, For the Heroes’ deeds and Nat’s wants, too: Valors, Apples, Ales, and good women, through and through!
Lashan 07-23-04, 04:22 PM	I wrote the chorus for a song about one of the players in my group. I'm the DM for a fey'ri character in Tantras (a damaran-cultural city) which hates anything with the taint of other-planar and also evil. The character has been accused of everything that could go wrong by the population and is notoriously known as the "demon elf". A NPC bard wrote a very popular song with the same title that I created the chorus for. I sing it to the group on occasion to make them laugh.
Gemstone 07-26-04, 03:22 PM	One of my players have a character named Brayan Frostarrow. When he and an NPC Bard (actually my character) twarted the plans of a very evil bandit leader, the bard created a poem about this... sadly enough, he kind of failed with the poem and later, he died. The funny thing is that today, all the people around the coast know about Brayan Frostarror because of the song, but nobody ever mentions the bard...
Enslaved DM 07-26-04, 04:39 PM	My drow wizard composed some murder poetry. Three different short poems.
Lashan 08-03-04, 06:22 PM	OK....I found the song that I wrote the chorus for. Sure, it's geeky, but here goes: In the dark streets of Tantras the Demon Elf boldy strides unguarded, unfettered, unchallenged all goodly souls must hide Until someone stops the madness how many people will have to die? I know, I know...don't quit my day job.
Tarus 08-03-04, 07:35 PM	No, but we've had a judge read us our sentencings...does that count?
Jaremy Rykker 08-04-04, 02:15 AM	I can't remember it, but my bard had a poor mishap in a battle once. Thanks to some incredible roles in his hiding, it was decided that I must be hiding in a corner of the room near the roof. Naturally, as the unfriendly band of kobold warriors passed through, mind you these are uber-kobolds, I noticed odd behavior out of one in the back who seemed to suddenly be pulled backwards. Not knowing what to do, I dove into the fray, and took out one of the kobolds, and then was almost immediately knocked cold in the ensuing combat as my rolls were so poor beyond that point. Either way, the party's ranger continued his incredibly rolls, with his average probably being an unmodified 15 or 16, and he managed to take down the entire party. Either way, I wrote a song about it... my version of it, where I killed a lot of the enemies, and went down fighting valiantly, where as the ranger simply mopped up what I had started. It portrayed the ranger as crude and oafish, and was quite a bit of fun writing. Either way, I marched into town and held a performance on the town green for everybody around. I showed the negative-charisma ranger there. Rolled a natural 20, and with my +13 perform bonus, that was the greatest performance that town had ever seen. Too bad poor farming communities tip you with coppers. I still had in area of 5 dozen coppers and a handful of silvers.
thalious 08-04-04, 11:43 PM	I had two bard NPCs who were the chroniclers of many of the PCs expliots..... One was a MAle Half-Elf Bard/Archer who was transformed into a Half-Illithid and then slain by a group of PCs, the other was a Female Human Bard/Virtuoso/Druid who is now a Lich under the sway of Orcus due to being slain by aTroll worshipper of the Fiend who brought the body and her trapped soul to him. Thus far, I have no new Bards IMC, but eventually I will get the idea for another one.
AvengedMutablegenus 08-07-04, 07:28 PM	hahah , no but in a mansion the party earned as a quest reward their was a stain glass artwork depicting the party leader leading the party to fight a cove of kir-lanans