Black Mask & Pale Rider: Tales of Terra Kal

Song of the Skald

Now gather ’round an’ ‘ear me tale

It’s one o’ epic adventure

So take a seat an’ grab an ale

An’ I’ll tell it with true measure

I be a skald, a bard, a songstress

O’ that there is no doubt

I yarn ta spin wit’ fullness

Tha’ll make ye grin fer naught.

Ye’ll wish ta listen closely now

So bend close an’ keep sharp

I’ll let ye in on the why’s an how

An’ nev’r need the sound o’ a harp.

This tale be true, one ‘undred percent

Would I lie ’bout somethin’ like tha’?

So sit righ’ there, dear ladies an’ gent

An’ I’ll b’gin with a wee small chat!

I’ll brandish me pistol, draw forth me rapier

At one time I’d force wee pretties away

But t’day, the song is much more merry

A tale o’ how I came ta this place so long an’ grey!

Twas one dark night, as it always would begin

Paints a picture o’ darkness an’ forebodin’

An’ in this case be true, I swear on me pistols twin

Now let me continue b’fore this tale be erodin’!

In the valley o’ mists, through the dark trees

I found the gateway ta what I thought the great beyond

I felt the cold come through the gate, an’ thought I’d freeze

But I knew ta venture through an’ held meself strong!

‘Round here, there’s merry an’ mirth

But there in that diff’rent land

Far flung from me elven birth

Was a cruel place rule by a gun hand!

So sit yeself down an’ lend me yer ear

For I’ve a tale ta tell an’ ye’ll no’ wanna miss

It’s a harrowing yarn that could give ye fear

But I promise ’twill end with a Skald’s bold kiss.