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he people of Goldenvale have many, many talents. From poetry and writing, to jewelry and armor construction. This is a showcase of the various Arts and Sciences that the people practice. |
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Written Works
Poems
The Demonic Blood-Stained Rotting Saxophone--a
True Story
By Moonsilver Lyonheart
One day whilst I was sitting in the town square, I was watching some people
pleading some elder, who I will leave nameless, for silly things such as candy
and other novelties. The elder just ignored them and obviously turned them
down. Enraptured in the joy of watching them and chuckling to myself, I chimed
in with, "Ooh! Make me an instrument!" He smiled somewhat
mischievously and actually made ME a cello.
Anyway, when he realized the meaning of my comment he took a somewhat odd
saxophone out of his bag. He waved the demonic blood-stained rotting saxophone
in front of my face and in some mysterious way, I persuaded him to let me have
it. He warned me, though, that with good things there may be bad. How little I
knew!
He offered the saxophone to me and I took it, I looked at it dumbfounded
and readied it. I played on it for a while, probably causing my listeners
pain. When I was finished I thanked him for it and tried to remove it. It
wouldn't budge! So I went to Sir Stanrar and asked him what I could do to
remove it. He commented with only one statement, "Find Crow."
After about a day of searching I came across Crow, the archmage. We talked
a while about it and he told me to collect four items. The items were a bone,
a bag, a flute, and some strong ale. This concoction was probably an ancient
remedy he found in his research, though I can never be sure. After going with
Stanrar and collecting the things off of some skeletons we met back in the
Sages Guild.
There Crow sat and told me to round up some minstrels, to confuse the
demon. After gathering some kind and bored people to help we went back to the
Sages Guild. We gave the items to Crow and he performed the spell. The spell
went something like the following: Crow rubbed the alcohol on the saxophone,
then waved the bone above it, then he asked the minstrels to play a
progression of notes. A soft, blue glow surrounded the group and the demon was
forced into the flute. I then put the saxophone in the bag and it disappeared.
I was free from the curse, no more demon...or so we thought.
After the group disbanded and went back to their daily business, I sat
there thinking about the saxophone. A young forester wandered in there and
mentioned something about Moloch's Gap. Being uninformed about this, I asked
him what he meant. The young lad, Lespari, told me that there was some hidden
passage to the Gap hidden in the Sages Guild behind a bookcase. I decided to
leave him to his research.
A few minutes later, Lespari came running into town square, with the
saxophone. I dragged him to another place and asked him what he was doing. He
told me his story about thinking it was a commoner's key to the gap. "I
guess I was wrong." He muttered. He then thought of going to a cleric to
remove the curse and sell it for a hefty amount of gold. How wrong he was. So
we had to search out Crow again and plead him to perform the ceremony again.
Reluctantly, he agreed and we set out in search of the items.
While Lespari and I were fetching a few of the items I noticed something
horrible. Lespari's eyes had glazed over! He was blind, I was on my own. After
getting the items, we went to get the minstrels. A dark cloud surrounded him
and started sucking his health from him. The saxophone even played itself
after awhile. We performed the ceremony and afterwards Lespari threw the
saxophone, shattering it. The demon, released, flew wildly away, only leaving
a dense fog surrounding us. We all felt the cloud pass through our very soul
and hope that to this day, the demon will not return to curse another.
The Brush with Death
(Moloch's Confrontation)
As nightfall approaches,
All of Spur encroaches,
The realm of Moloch, for a battle
Wary of what may occur,
They wait for Medares to concur.
The warriors and citizens of Spur
Dwell and mull over their situation,
While waiting for the fateful confrontation.
It is Unknown if they may return,
But think of the honor they have earned.
Medares appeared, after what seemed like forever,
Then most of Spur banded together,
For a fight they hoped would be victorious.
They ventured to the chamber of souls,
Golden cages and figurines,
Littered the floors of the tower near Moloch's hole.
Medares chanted a while and silvery light entered the room,
A tear in the fabric of space appeared before him,
And they ventured into Moloch's temple,
Almost certain doom.
They fought priests, monks, and mages,
While searching for the altar of the diminished god,
The group, led only by a few sages,
Was appalled at what they then saw.
After a seeming victorious war,
Medares was struck onto the floor,
Moloch cackled an insane taunt,
But the warriors escaped,
All but a few,
The poor souls trapped in Moloch's domain,
Thanks to Medares and Spur, Moloch's entrapment begins anew.
~Moonsilver Lyonheart
Bubbles
Floating around randomly,
Free of chains or bars,
Though free and drifting,
I'll never go far.
Illuminous, illustrious,
wonderful orbs,
ecstasy in a small package,
bubbles flowing towards me.
Lifting spirits,
causing mischief.
An ode to fun,
An ode to love,
An ode life,
An ode to rising above.
~Moonsilver Lyonheart
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