A man in light armor with bordeaux leather can be heard walking around Baldur's Gate.
"Heard you say?"
Yes, heard. For when he's not talking, he's singing. Of what he sees, of where he is, of what he does.
Always a happy tune, a song and a laugh, a tune and a drink.
This man lives for the city!
One such day, you can hear him singing, with a joyful tune:
Baldur’s gate, a house from home,
It’s where I’ll go when feeling alone.
With to the west, the beautiful sea,
And all around anonymity.
Though big as it is, you can still reach fame,
And I’m sure that one day, I will make name.
For a bard without name, ‘s like a bard without song,
It just might exist, but it doesn’t belong.
So here I stand in a city so grand,
I sing my tunes with lute in hand.
And if I never reach my fame,
Then still I’m not the one to blame.
I’ll hit the road and carry on,
And in the next city I’ll sing my song.
Then one day, after a longer quest,
He went to the Elfsong, to get him some rest.
And after perhaps, a wine or five,
His song became just a bit more alive.
And so he sang, a bit slurring the song,
The following tune, please do sing along:
The Elfsong maid is fine,
She gets me all my wine.
‘nd when I fall from the fence,
She puts me back on the bench.
For hunger she’s got few,
Of her finest stew.
A large bowl for me tummy,
It’s really, really yummy.
And then I top up me tum,
With a nice little Rollrum!
It sits on a hill,
For all to behold.
But don't venture forth,
Unless you are bold.
This bard thought he was,
So he scouted it out.
The kobolds soon scattered,
As the battle was loud.
And so here it is,
The song of that trip.
He'd sing it on exit,
Weapon back on his hip.
Ruins deserted, 400 years old,
By Calashite built, both young and so bold.
Lived here long ago, their house it once was,
With tapestries, beautiful of gold and brass.
Now it’s all defiled and reeking quite hard,
Barely worth the tale of a bard.
Yet here I stand, and here I sing,
To give this place a new beginning.
So onward we march with weapons held high,
To cleanse them with fire and make them all fry.
So hold high your weapon and follow my lead,
Until of the kobolds, this place has been freed.
