Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

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.

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!

The Graveyard is haunted,
Or so they say.
The dead there are walking,
So please stay away.

If you value your life,
Then don’t venture near.
For you will soon be chased,
By undeath roaming here.

Once ruled by bandits,
Now all overgrown.
The human life gone,
But life still is shown.

From plant eaten kobolds,
To Dryads foul and rotten.
The undead roam here too,
Their life long forgotten

Then onward, to ruins.
With goblinkind and filth.
Always watch your back,
Or find yourself killed.

But where ruins are,
So treasure is too.
If you can fight the goblins,
You know what to do.

So onward you go,
To adventure and gold.
To tall tales of goblins,
To tell all the world.

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.

And then further down,
The Bladelings come in.
With spikes on their bodies,
A real ugly thing.

So hold high that weapon,
And smack them all down.
Show that kings of fighting,
Do not need a crown.

Though do still watch out,
For things might go bad.
A wyrmling 's down there,
With gold to be had.

And then there's a man,
Though he's not a prey.
He thought it'd be peaceful,
To research this way.

So venturing further,
There's much to be found.
But also be weary,
For you're battle bound.

The cloakwood forest
Is filled with Tasloi,
They’ll try to bring death,
They don’t bring you joy.

They kill from above,
Or at least they will try.
But by the hands of myself,
They will more likely die.

Though always be wary,
You’d not be the first.
For the Witch Doctors here,
Are not yet the worst.

You enter the mine,
With floorboards and traps.
With ugly batiri,
More hideous than rats.

With spiders and spearman,
And lingering death.
Adventurers go forth,
So the batiri can get fed.

So venture forth,
With torch lighting the way.
But heed my warning,
Or forever you’ll stay.

Ah yes one more floor,
Adventure goes on!
Though do watch your step,
Lest you end up gone.

Undead to the left,
Lizards to the right.
Both really eager,
To put up a fight.

But fighting they shall,
Though not to good end.
For if I am hurt,
At least I will mend.

For them not a chance,
They won't live to see.
That their end is nigh,
And too caused by me....