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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 9, 2010 15:43:03 GMT -5
(Occurs during Winter Revel Year 657)
OYEZ! OYEZ! OYEZ!
The Fief of Norgate is proud to host its first ever Tournament of Troubadours.
The rules are simple: Entertain the guests and try to out-perform your fellows.
Win the adoration of the crowd and fill your coffers with their donations.
Those not competing; show your appreciation by applouse and gifts unto the performers.
Win the favor of our beautiful Baroness Melisante and a special token made specifically for her favorite performer by her own delicate hand.
Performances may take place anywhere within the castle grounds and at your own risk or pleasure.
Let the Tournament begin!
(OOC: Got a song or poem you wrote or you like? post it below. If it is not your work, be sure to give credit as to who's work it is. You can also post tales of the type that would have been performed in the Middle Ages around a campfire or told to their children. Ballads, sonnets, stories, songs, poetry - anything is fair game.
Please keep content within the teen rating.
Don't plagerise - if it isn't yours, state who wrote it.
Roleplay your characte in the setting doing the performance.)
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Post by Firehead on Dec 10, 2010 13:17:17 GMT -5
Fisk and Ryan strode across the courtyard, bickering over Fisk's poetic abilities.
"The only poems you can come up with are ones meant to annoy me. Forget it, you don't have any real talant."
"I do too!"
"You do not, so get that rediculous idea out of your he--"
"I can too do poetry, and you know it!"
Ryan stopped short and folded his arms across he chest. "Prove it."
Fisk gave him a fierce glare and a nod. "Alright, fine. I'll prove it. I'll prove it here and now." he spun away from Ryan and launched into a poem that Ryan had never heard before.
"An archer walked among the tents At the fair that day He came up to the painted line And there he stopped to say
Let the arrow strike the mark Just let the arrow fly Aim for the center-- aim right there! Oh, you'll hit it by and by!
Now the youngster who he spoke to Laughed at him and said, "I've won a thousand tournys And I'm to old now to be led!"
Let the arrow strike the mark Just let that arrow fly! Aim for the center, aim right there! Oh, you'll hit it by and by
The archer laughed aloud and said "Oh, now you've done it, boy! I would have been content, you know If you had not tried that ploy!
"Let the arrow strike the mark Indeed, Just let that arrow fly Aim for the center boy, You might hit it, by and by!"
The youngster huaghty, full of pride Watched the archer draw his bow Hold it steady and aim carefully Waited a moment, then let it go.
He let the arrow strike the mark He just let that arrow fly. He aimed for the center, aimed it well, And he hit the target, the old bull's eye!
Well, that youngster lined his shot Just pointed and fired, a near miss! And he remembered the archer And his words like a fist.
Let the arrow strike the mark Just let the arrow fly! Aim for the center--aim right there! Oh, you'll hit it by and by!
As the youngster walked away dejected A hand on his shoulder he felt. And turning around he saw with a start, The archer, that old ancient Celt!
"Let the arrow strike the mark Just let that arrow fly! Aim for the center, aim right there, And Oh, you'll hit it by and by!"
"Thanks for your words of advice, good sir." Said the youngster most polite. The archer only smiled And left him with this light,
"Let the arrow strike the mark, Just let that arrow fly! Aim for the center; aim it well, And you'll hit it, by and by!"
Ryan sighed and reluctantly applauded loud enough for Fisk to hear without turning around. So, Fisk did have some talent. Even if he didn't show it off to Ryan.
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Post by Ringulf on Jan 21, 2011 13:48:09 GMT -5
Omensinger watched as his lovely partner showed how truly talented she was on the ice. He was not a terrible skater, he could go forward and backward and do a little spin like maneuver that he normally used to stop, but she clearly could run rings around him.
Instead of taking away focus from Lea he decided to sit and pull out his miniature travel lute and play some music for her to skate to.
This seemed to have a wonderful effect as she became even more graceful and beautiful.
This also started to draw a crowd and before long others were joining into the icy dance.
When they finished as Lea realized she was attracting quite a few admirers, They got up to go when many of the other skaters and looker's on stated to compliment her on her skating and then started asking the Bard for another song.
Omen was going to turn them down at first not wanting to take away from Lea's moment but when he realized that she was not to keen on being remembered he acquiesced and started in.
"All right folks!" he said, "This one is a song for the simple folk of Norgate and it is about a certain Northern neighbor that you must all be acquainted with...Our Scotti Neighbors!"
With that the crowd let out roar that was mixed with laughter and jeers as the people of Norgate had allot of history with the Pictish people, either by blood or contact.
Omensinger plunged into a rolling pictish melody with a solid beat and many around started a rhythmic clap, then he started singing.
"A Clansman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair, One could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share, He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet, then he stumbled off in to the grass to sleep beside the street.
Ring ding deedle eedle idy o' ring dye deedle o' dee, He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street..."
The clapping continued and the audience prompted Omen to continue the tale.
"Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by, And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye, You see yon sleepin Clansman, so strong and handsome built? Ah wunder if it's true what they don wear beneath their kilt?
Ring ding deedle eedle idy o' ring dye deedle o' dill, Ah wonder if it's true what they don wear beneath there kilt?"
The crowd laughed and raised cat calls at the bawdy subject matter all engrossed in the frolic.
"They creeped up on the sleepin Scotti quiet as can be, and lifted up his kilt above the waist so they could see, and there behold for them to view beneath his Scotti skirt, Twas nothin but what God had graced him with upon his birth!
Ring ding deedle eedle idy o' ring dye deedle o' der Twas nothin but what God had graced with him upon his birth!"
This brought even louder cheers from the crowed who were enjoying the song and Omen's rather silly gestures and expressions as he sang it.
"They marveled for a moment and one said We must be gone, let's leave a present for our friend before we move along!, So as a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow, Around the bonnie star of the boys kilt liftin show!
Ring ding deedle eedle idy o' ring dye deedle oh doe, Around the bonnie star of the boys kilt liftin show.
The laughter continued and even Omen vamped a few time on the lute before continuing the ballad. but this just made them want it more.
"The Clansman woke to nature's call and stumbled to a tree, behind the bush he lifts his kilt and he gawks at what he sees, and in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes.......
a long silent pause with a comic pantomime of Omen Lifting an invisible kilt and gawking at his nethers.
"Mah Friend Ah dunno where ya been bu' ah see ya won furst prize!!"
Ring ding deedle eedle idy o' ring dye deedle o' dye, Mah friend ah dunno where ya been bu' ah seen ya won furst priiiiiize!"
The Bard quickly rattled out the little theme in closing through loud laughter and jeering then he raise his hand and his little lute and hopped down from the rock he was standing on grabbed Lea by the are and skated quickly to the other side of the lake to remove their skates as they were both loudly applauded and thumped on their backs.
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