Re: Bloodstains on the Captain's Log!
Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 2:27 pm
[On behalf of Gareut.]
Entry 39.
Entry 39.
Welcome to Roaringshore
The port of Roaringshore is haven fer out salty kind,
Where sixteen 'undred harlots can help a mate unwind.
And forty odd taverns can quench yer hevy thrist each night,
All thanks to Umberlee, the lass fer whom we fight
So join our band of brothers and be lawless buckaneer,
Or sail with Coucil of Five's letter of Marque, as a privateer
Come spend yer share of loot here, in our dark but friendly port
Don't be a greedy cheap-arese, yer life is far to short.
So hold on to yer sabres, ye Luskanites, ye sailors
Yer heading fer Roaringshore and the Brethren of the Coast
So hold on to yer pounches, to yer spouses and yer trousers,
Or the wenches of Duke Eltan will lure ye from yer post.
It is a place to make a fortune, on expence of those less fortunate,
A place to loose yer savings, in single bet.
A place for new beginings, a place of filth n' self-made men
A place for early endings, a best friend's cutlass's end.
The port of Roaringshore is haven fer out salty kind,
Where sins fer every pleasure, are eas'ly to be found.
Pick the poison of yer liking, and let all others worries be,
Tomorrow we will go fighting, the Knife-Ears on the coast
So hold on to yer sabres, ye Luskanites, ye sailors
Yer heading fer Roaringshore and the Brethren of the Coast
So hold on to yer pounches, to yer spouses and yer trousers,
Or the wenches of Duke Eltan will lure ye from yer post.
Or the wenches of Duke Eltan will lure ye from yer post!
Where sixteen 'undred harlots can help a mate unwind.
And forty odd taverns can quench yer hevy thrist each night,
All thanks to Umberlee, the lass fer whom we fight
So join our band of brothers and be lawless buckaneer,
Or sail with Coucil of Five's letter of Marque, as a privateer
Come spend yer share of loot here, in our dark but friendly port
Don't be a greedy cheap-arese, yer life is far to short.
So hold on to yer sabres, ye Luskanites, ye sailors
Yer heading fer Roaringshore and the Brethren of the Coast
So hold on to yer pounches, to yer spouses and yer trousers,
Or the wenches of Duke Eltan will lure ye from yer post.
It is a place to make a fortune, on expence of those less fortunate,
A place to loose yer savings, in single bet.
A place for new beginings, a place of filth n' self-made men
A place for early endings, a best friend's cutlass's end.
The port of Roaringshore is haven fer out salty kind,
Where sins fer every pleasure, are eas'ly to be found.
Pick the poison of yer liking, and let all others worries be,
Tomorrow we will go fighting, the Knife-Ears on the coast
So hold on to yer sabres, ye Luskanites, ye sailors
Yer heading fer Roaringshore and the Brethren of the Coast
So hold on to yer pounches, to yer spouses and yer trousers,
Or the wenches of Duke Eltan will lure ye from yer post.
Or the wenches of Duke Eltan will lure ye from yer post!
Captain's Log.
-Captain Kalma Hellstorm by the will of Umberlee.
-Captain Kalma Hellstorm by the will of Umberlee.
