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Myths, songs, games and other stuff.

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GM
GM, 128 posts
Wed 28 Aug 2013
at 08:39
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Myths, songs, games and other stuff.

Three Horns in a Bag a Bison Tribe song.
Mama Plenty
NPC, 1 post
Bison
Herd Sister
Fri 30 Aug 2013
at 10:40
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The Leaving ceremony

"Blessed is Erambrath the first Bison....Mother of our Mounts...."

"... and Blessings to Father Rhino, guest in our lands....Protector of his Children...."


"Mother, watch over your children.  Flat and straight their course; herd again by last light."

"Erambrath walks the walk" ...... "See how the ground trembles. Warriors of our people guard them well....See the dangers....return the lost....Come back strong."

“Father Rhino, we swear to be vigilant and unshirking. Our bodies are in your charge, as the bodies of our rhinos are in ours. Bless our might that we might defend what is ours!”


"Go....Do not tarry guardians of the Earth, warriors of the Sky and braves our our Clan....The Wastes await your bravery...."
GM
GM, 332 posts
Thu 19 Sep 2013
at 09:01
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Funeral chant by Amara

"Your ashes burn upon the fire
the wind it blows upon the pyre
Orlanth is waiting in the sky
your passing has drawn his eye
into his presence we will sing
to commend you to the storm king

The wind shall carry you to his call
To take your place in Orlanths hall
pass away from us in peace
and take the seat at his feast
to join his side in the righteous fight
that his foes will fall beneath his might."

As the gust of wind stoked the fire, taking the blaze to new heights, Amara shouted to the wind. "We send our brother to you. Tarkalor Even Hand of the Kheldon Tribe, may your foes run scattered before you."
Angelika Snowspear
NPC, 2 posts
Mon 4 Nov 2013
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How Orlanth rescued Lightning Boy

 During the Great Darkness, Orlanth was out wandering, seeking his
adventures. One day he met a stranger, tall, handsome and shining of face,
carrying a bow.

"A good day to meet, " said Orlanth, greeting the man.

"It would be a better day had I not met you," growled the stranger.

"Friend, what sort of greeting is that for a stranger?"

"You are no stranger to me, Orlanth Sunfoe. I am Yernow, kin to Emperor
Yelm, who you slew."

"Well," said Orlanth,drawing his sword and unlimbering the Shield of
Arran "it's always good to know the names of those you battle."

    Before he could attack, however, Yernow took aim with his bow and let
loose an arrow, which blazed with light as it flew. Although Orlanth was
able to interpose his shield, still the arrow exploded when it struck, and
the force of the blow threw Orlanth back a whole mile. Before he was barely
on his feet, Yernow loosed another arrow, and then a third. Realizing that
it was difficult to fight an enemy that he could not get close to, Orlanth
chose to pretend to flee.

    When Yernow thought that Orlanth had fled, the Shining One laughed and
called him a coward. He returned home to his hall in the sky, not realizing
that Orlanth was following from a distance.

    Yernow's hall was made of blazing gold, with many guards about it, and
Orlanth saw that it would be foolish to simply attack it. But Eurmal had
taught Orlanth that sometimes there is value in pretending to be someone
else, and so Orlanth disgiused himself as a serving maiden and entered the
hall.

    There he saw Yernow reclining on a couch, surrounded by his warriors,
laughing and drinking and boasting how he had singed Orlanth's hair and
driven him off in fright.

"Great lord," said Orlanth, "surely you are a great warrior. But what
will you do when Orlanth Sunfoe attacks your hall? Will you have enough
arrows to fend him off?'

"Come, pretty maid, there is nothing to fear from that. I have my slave
who makes me as many of these arrows as I can use. And even now, he works
on something even better. If Orlanth dares to show his singed face here, he
will regret it."

"I am glad to hear that you can keep us all safe from that brute," said
Orlanth. "But are you sure that your slave is safe?"

"Of course! He lives in my forge over there. See for yourself."

    Orlanth went and entered the forge. There, in the midst of it, stood a
young boy, barely old enough to have his first whiskers, with fiery blonde
hair and strong arms. He worked at the anvil, which he was chained to.
"Greeting," said Orlanth. "My master Yernow sent me to make sure that
you were comfortable."
"Hah!" laughed the boy. "As if my master carried one bit for my
comfort. He keeps me busy working for him without rest."
"Would you serve another master if you had the chance?"
"A dog would make a better master than he, and I would gladly serve a
dog if it meant escaping from him. If I found another master, I would give
him a weapon that would earn my keep and more."
"What is your name?"

"They call me the Lightning Boy."

"Then come serve me, for I am better than a dog, and much better than
Yernow. I am Orlanth Stormfriend," said Orlanth, throwing off his disguise.
With one blow, he shattered the chain that held Lightning Boy. With a few
quick blows of his hammer, Lightning Boy finished the weapon he was working
on and presented the new spear to Orlanth. It was a fine weapon, with a
strong shaft and a head that threw out sparks whenever it was moved through
the air.

"A well-made weapon, Lightning Boy. Now let us test its mettle."

Orlanth blew open the doors of the hall and strode in, brandishing his
new spear. "Greetings, Yernow Bigboaster! I've returned for another round
of combat with you. Come now and see if you singe my hair again! I have a
new toy to try out."

    Yernow sat up from his drinking in dismay. He reached for his bow, but
Lightning Boy snatched it from him. Orlanth hurled the Lightning spear at
Yernow, and as it flew, it scattered lightning, setting all the couches on
fire. It struck Yernow square in the chest, pinning him to his couch and
killing him.

    When they saw that their lord was dead, Yernow's drunken warriors fled,
but Orlanth and Lightning Boy slew them all. Victorious, Orlanth returned
to his stead, bearing Lightning Boy and the Spear as his proof of triumph.
He allowed Lightning Boy to join the Storm Tribe, and that is why even
today, Orlanth Stormfriend controls the secret of the Fire in the Sky.
GM
GM, 1210 posts
Mon 13 Jan 2014
at 10:04
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PLants:

Payoatay

Healing cactus. 1d4+2 pt.

Goyo root

Blade venom from the Saxaul tree. A parasitic root.
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:06, Mon 13 Jan 2014.
GM
GM, 1408 posts
Tue 4 Feb 2014
at 16:13
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Grandmother Thorntree.

 We call on you to listen to our plea
Wisest and proudest grandmother Thorntree
The trees which grow from your seeds
provide for us and all our needs

Your leaves provide shade in the summer sun
Your wood provides heat when the winter come
Your medicine cures our aches and chill
come to us and tell us your will

Always giving of your self
providing us with good health
watch us dance, listen to our song
in our hearts you always belong

(Amara)
GM
GM, 1529 posts
Thu 13 Feb 2014
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Storm Bull Hymn

We kill all Chaos that we find,
and we're drinking ourselves slowly out of our mind,

For one thing we know sure as hell,
without booze there would be no berserk spell

Kumyss, uisge, beer and wine,
to our livers hell, but our kidneys feel fine,
One day we will meet our end,

in the Eternal Battle is where we will stand.

(Joerg Baumgartner)
GM
GM, 1768 posts
Thu 6 Mar 2014
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From Greeshar

Great Storm Bull, the world burns
Blades rip and tear and strip in turns
This day we ache, use weapons true
To bring our enemies' end, with you

So the warriors rend
So the screams end
So Right beats Wrong
We chant this song
GM
GM, 2331 posts
Thu 17 Apr 2014
at 10:48
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Grandmother Spider summoning song from Melock

Grandmother spider what will you do...
  When no ones there for you......
  Great killer of Chaos we are here for you
  When no others come to you....

  I hear spiders crawling
  Dying by others hands
  I hear spiders crawling
  Please Grandmother Spider help me
  Grandmother Spider ...Please don't eat me
  Grandmother Spider ...Please don't eat me

  Please help us Great spider
  I will help defend your children when they are threatened
  Please let us help each other
  In your mighty web...Deep in the dark
  Grandmother spider  ...please let us approach
  Grandmother spider  ...please let us approach

  I see your children, but I can't find you
  So please crawl out so I can see you
  I know your close but I can't find you
  So please crawl out so I can feed you

  I hear spiders crawling
  Dying by others hands
  I hear spiders crawling
  Please Grandmother Spider help me
  Grandmother Spider ...Please don't eat me
  Grandmother Spider ...Please don't eat me

GM
GM, 2372 posts
Wed 23 Apr 2014
at 16:52
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Re: Myths, songs, games and other stuff.

Greeshar's song to send the mighty Stoneskin off to the great herd.

They run in the darkest of nights
When thunderclouds rattle the sky
With quakes that could bring down the heights
To graves where the angry ghosts cry.

Their bodies are storm clouds that flash
Green lightning, their eyes are all fire
That sparks as the raging herds crash
Along in a terrible ire.

We ride where few will tread
We will not and refuse to stray
For in each and every passing day
We will keep our hearts to the sky
And hold our heads up high
For today is a good day to die.

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