Luiglin
Getting worse one day at a time
There's a part in my current Dark Lord main work where he finds himself coming out with song, much to his embarrassment. As background, his current incarnation is in a heroic barbarian body, which is giving him issues of good. Also, the world parodies D&D in certain respects with a Questing Guild, the membership made up standard stereotypical character classes.
There was only one song that seemed to fit and was short enough for me to play with. Two questions, is it obvious and does it work? As normal, good, bad and ugly comments always welcome. Cheers.
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Arggh ah, Arggh ah!
We come from the land of the rock and cold,
With the all-day sun and the hot springs scold
The war axe of the gods
Will drive our bands to novel lands,
We’ll be that horde, screaming and howling,
Brunilda, I am coming!
Downing many ales and roasting boars,
Our only aim your dungeons hidden drawers
Arggh, ah, arggh ah!
We come from the land of the rock and cold,
With the all-day sun and the hot springs scold
How soft your fighters so untrained,
We’re lured with tales of gore,
And promises of riches galore
Barbarians for hire
Downing many ales and roasting boars,
Our only aim your dungeons hidden drawers
So now you'd better stop and hire us for your ruins,
For a competitive price we can win the day
Even with you all losing
There was only one song that seemed to fit and was short enough for me to play with. Two questions, is it obvious and does it work? As normal, good, bad and ugly comments always welcome. Cheers.
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Arggh ah, Arggh ah!
We come from the land of the rock and cold,
With the all-day sun and the hot springs scold
The war axe of the gods
Will drive our bands to novel lands,
We’ll be that horde, screaming and howling,
Brunilda, I am coming!
Downing many ales and roasting boars,
Our only aim your dungeons hidden drawers
Arggh, ah, arggh ah!
We come from the land of the rock and cold,
With the all-day sun and the hot springs scold
How soft your fighters so untrained,
We’re lured with tales of gore,
And promises of riches galore
Barbarians for hire
Downing many ales and roasting boars,
Our only aim your dungeons hidden drawers
So now you'd better stop and hire us for your ruins,
For a competitive price we can win the day
Even with you all losing