After all

By Aneirin Menelaos

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There we were, in Zvid not much to see
The great white warr-i-or, Cir-ce and me
Then along came Ewnin and his Bow
I played guitar for them, nice and slow

The four of us we asked the old Que-ry
What do you do when life is un-hur-ried?
You an-swer the ad-ven-tur-ers call....
There might be something to do, after all

We could hunt trolls or thwart some ban-dit-ry
Were poss-i-bili-ties proposed by Cir-ce
So Mchek's plains or Deglos' dark-'nd halls
South was un-ani-mous, one and all.....

So through forest lands and past the moon tree
We crossed the lake at Blan-den-burg ferry
On cobbled paths, south across Mcheks plains
We met up with Andrinors Issac Dane....

The five of us we asked the old Que-ry
What do you do when life is un-hur-ried?
You an-swer the ad-ven-tur-ers call
There might be something to do, after all

We found the bandits cave af-ter some while
We descended into its depths with all due guile
Tors crackling axe and Circe's fists laid low
All those who didnt fall to Ewnin's bow

Issac and I helped, best as we can........
which was more or less exactly what we planned
Issac did what he could do as cler-gy
I counterspelled a bandits wiz-ar-dry

We followed deep to mouldy undead halls
Dark and dank, t'was filled with godless thralls
Bowstrings hummed, axes and fists flew might-i-ly
My voice grew hoarse so much did-I-sing

We battled on, caring for in-jur-ies
Desipite our strength, I wouldnt call it a breeze
Arrows run out, spells last only so long
But in vanguard our warr-iors stayed strong

We found the portal, to rise up from the depths
meaning only re-tra-cing some.... of our steps
The bandits were felled, the unlife mouldering
All bounty that was found, we were shouldering

Tors axe it clea-ved ever might-i-ly
Circes flying fists, a sight to see
Ewnins bow launched arrows in endless streams
Issacs faith brought us through in times of need

I sang to them all, in hopes of inspiring
For as a Bard, that really is the thing
The five of us.....we came through in the end
The effort put out....worth it to spend

The five of us we asked the old Que-ry
What do you do when life is un-hur-ried?
You an-swer the ad-ven-tur-ers call
There might be something to do...........

after all