eighth song ♪ action
[The sun's just rising, the birds are beginning to wake, and because the sunrise is Eco's favorite time of the day, he's up.
Though, he's not in his own district; he's sitting on the fountain's edge, over yonder in the Wonderland district, lute on his lap and picking at the strings.
Anyone close by, or passing by, will hear him singing. And it isn't as though he has a bad voice - in fact, as he's a bard, he's required to have a good one, and it shows - but the nature of his songs are a little, er, well...
(Or, well, this one...)]
♪ And oh, the crowd roared! And oh, the crowd screamed!
For the hero fell to his knees, and there he dreamed,
that he was not in a coliseum, but in a land that he deemed,
to be the prettiest, the most beautiful he had ever gleamed.
And there he met a young lady, one of skill and grace,
and upon her had the most beautiful face,
he had ever seen, and so their fingers began to interlace,
as he told her of the battles he'd seen, and she smiled as she played with her lace.
"Brave knight," she muttered, a question on her lips,
"If you are indeed in battle, then why do you dream if it is to eclipse,
your thoughts of winning?" And to this he thinks, and replies with the shortest of quips,
"I shall never have another chance at this,
but I shall have all the chances in the world at winning piss."
He thrust her to the ground and kissed her, mouth fervent,
while she, a wanton whore, a willing servant,
lay beneath him as his movements became more urgent,
and together they finished in bliss and in the grass verdant! ♪
[If one approaches him, this song'll be forfeit unless you want him to continue - he'll be singing a song about you, instead, even if he doesn't know you.]
Though, he's not in his own district; he's sitting on the fountain's edge, over yonder in the Wonderland district, lute on his lap and picking at the strings.
Anyone close by, or passing by, will hear him singing. And it isn't as though he has a bad voice - in fact, as he's a bard, he's required to have a good one, and it shows - but the nature of his songs are a little, er, well...
(Or, well, this one...)]
♪ And oh, the crowd roared! And oh, the crowd screamed!
For the hero fell to his knees, and there he dreamed,
that he was not in a coliseum, but in a land that he deemed,
to be the prettiest, the most beautiful he had ever gleamed.
And there he met a young lady, one of skill and grace,
and upon her had the most beautiful face,
he had ever seen, and so their fingers began to interlace,
as he told her of the battles he'd seen, and she smiled as she played with her lace.
"Brave knight," she muttered, a question on her lips,
"If you are indeed in battle, then why do you dream if it is to eclipse,
your thoughts of winning?" And to this he thinks, and replies with the shortest of quips,
"I shall never have another chance at this,
but I shall have all the chances in the world at winning piss."
He thrust her to the ground and kissed her, mouth fervent,
while she, a wanton whore, a willing servant,
lay beneath him as his movements became more urgent,
and together they finished in bliss and in the grass verdant! ♪
[If one approaches him, this song'll be forfeit unless you want him to continue - he'll be singing a song about you, instead, even if he doesn't know you.]