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	“Let not your sword be cursed<br>		“Let not your sword be cursed<br>
	For hatred breeds but evil deeds<br>		For hatred breeds but evil deeds<br>
	And never the reverse"		And never the reverse"<br>
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			''From [[The Complete Works of Adagio D'Tranticus]], Vol. 2: Tales of Epic Proportions''

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	''By Adagio D’Tranticus''		''By Adagio D’Tranticus''
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	'' By Adagio D’Tranticus''		''By Adagio D’Tranticus''
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	A scant thirty-some years ago<br>		A scant thirty-some years ago<br>

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	A scant thirty-some years ago<br>		A scant thirty-some years ago<br>

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	~~''' Song of Myself '''~~

	''By Adagio D’Tranticus''		''By Adagio D’Tranticus''
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Simon Drat at 06:00, 4 July 2006

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''' Song of Myself '''

''By Adagio D’Tranticus''
 
A scant thirty-some years ago 
Was when I came to life 
My mother gave my life to me 
Though she was no man's wife 
 
A bastard born was I, you see 
Of half-Romini blood 
The other half’s I know not what 
Save that it is not mud 
 
A fortuneteller was my Mom 
By day she said the sooths 
She lived among the circusfolk 
Her words always proved truths 
 
But her duties did not end there 
For nightly she was sold 
By our cruel circusmaster to 
Whomever had the gold 
 
As I grew up, the adult men 
Of this small carnival 
Did treat me as their trueborn son 
As I grew lean and tall 
 
Brave Lorn the strongman taught me well 
How to protect myself 
I learned to sing and play the lute 
From Floon the dancing elf 
 
I worked under the beastmaster 
Zinlarden was his name 
He taught me well to train the bears 
And make the wild things tame 
 
And when the lads made fun of me 
And mocked my purple hair 
They ceased when I called my best mate 
Named Knarl the Grizzly Bear 
 
My mother taught me of Pelar 
And of his woodland ways 
And so I hunted, every night 
Performing every day 
 
My brother Nouvhig soon was born 
From union with an elf 
My new best friend, this half-elf lad 
I loved him like myself 
 
Before too long, the leadership 
Of our performing troupe 
Changed hands when the old master died 
And Lorn soon lead the group 
 
But quickly as this happy fate 
Had changed our lives for good 
Calamity struck hard and fast 
As fate had deigned it would 
 
A tribe of orcish bandits came 
To see our show one night 
Our entertainment they sought not, 
They came to start a fight 
 
And so they returned after dark 
When most were in their beds 
Nouvhig and I, gone out to hunt 
Returned to find them dead 
 
Our grief as you can well surmise 
Was all-encompassing 
They left not one of them alive 
And torched near everything 
 
So my young brother and myself 
Both took the road and fled 
Our hearts were filled with grief and woe 
Vengeance swam in our heads 
 
And so, our childhood ended, and 
We both began to train 
We set up camp in fair LeOr 
And crafters we became 
 
My brother practiced alchemy 
While I learned to make blades 
By night we trained at fighting 
So we’d never be afraid 
 
But within me, an evil grew 
I tell you with chagrin 
For on the face of all my prey 
I saw an orcish grin 
 
I named myself Orcslayer and 
I slew and slew and slew 
I fought for ten long seasons as 
Within me hatred grew 
 
I told myself my killing was 
The blessing of Pelar 
I hunted orcs and orcish kin 
And slew them near and far 
 
And soon that lasting friendship 
Between Nouvhig and I 
Was lost as we both parted ways 
And soon we said goodbye 
 
For who can keep a friendship based 
On murderous revenge? 
That day we parted I lost touch 
With the last of my kin. 
 
And so my hunt went on alone 
And my great sorrow grew 
I traveled with wild animals 
Myself a wild one, too 
 
One day my hunt had taken me 
Within Mikona’s walls 
Therein I learned my lesson 
And learned it once and for all 
 
I was ambushed by wererats who 
Were hunting much like me 
And though I beat them I was cursed 
With their lycanthropy 
 
I ran to find a cleric, but 
Where I went, townsfolk screamed 
My outside matched my insides 
I became my darkest dreams 

The city guard was chasing me 
Like housecats chase the birds 
I tried to scream for them to stop 
But squeaks were all they heard 

I left the city far behind 
And hid within the woods 
And there I lurked for days on end 
As any wild thing would 

But suddenly as it began 
My torture finally ceased 
A wandering adventurer 
Stopped by to bring me peace 

He handed me a bottle filled 
With a restoring balm 
It cured my dark curse instantly 
My tortured mind was calmed 

And what do you suppose I saw 
Within my savior’s face? 
I saw the small, dark shining eyes 
That mark the orcish race 

This kindly orc then taught me much 
Of Brekon and his kin 
He told me that not all of the orcs 
Live only to spread sin. 

I vowed that day never again 
To look at race or creed 
For all deserve the benefit 
Of judgment by their deeds 

That day at last I reclaimed that 
Which those orcs took from me 
For I have since reclaimed my roots 
I’m now a bard, you see. 

I now am whole, I live to bring 
Great joy to one and all 
I live to dance and play and sing 
And answer Pelar’s call 

I now hunt only in his name 
And never vengeance seek 
I cull the herds to help them grow 
Not prey upon the weak 

And now I leave you with these words 
“Let not your sword be cursed 
For hatred breeds but evil deeds 
And never the reverse"

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