Bassalt's songbook of the old world

The ring of Eldrahel:

"There was once a paladin

A knight armored in gold

His name carried prophecy

As the elders foretold

His name was king Eldrahel

His elven eyes were cold

But his heart was the warmest

A pleasure to behold.

Eldrahel owned

A magical ring

And when a goblin came

The item did sing

Goblin blood came upon

The gold and silver thing

It would never stop

No sleep got the king

The king threw the magic

In a volcano at night

After the last war in

which he did fight

And he fell asleep

With a deep sigh

For king Eldrahel

Knew that sleep gave him might."

The elfs of ending (Eldrahel):

[…]

He went to sleep as an elf, woke up a baelnorn

His love was shred, his faith was torn

His armor still lies there, for he only needs

a phylactery to exist and magic to feed.

But no goblins found his people

that could be said

and none of Eldrahel's elfs

ever again went to bed.

The Feysinger song [Sylvan]:

"Oh mother, who is that strange man at the sea

He talks to the spirits, He hears and he sees

He sings in town square, about Fey, the Undine.

The stories about places where they must have been

Oh daughter, they called him a Feysinger bard

He wards us from evil, with sword and with dart

He has the blood of fey, but also men’s heart

And if you fall in love, he shall make us part

Oh mother, I will go with him now

The sea won’t devour me, if I make him vow

I travel to the fey wilds, I travel across land

My first steps will be on our own strand

Oh daughter, don’t do it, they’ll kill you for sure

I can see a wave coming, your eyes must be blurred

You’ll wash away and end up as a fey

And the Feysinger, well, he won’t be singing to me.

Oh fey, oh singer, return my daughter to me

I miss her so much, I will make you a deal

I will jump off this cliff, for now and for once

And will be a fey too and an Undine become."

The aspirations of Ser Harold:

Merry and well, he set out to quest,

the evil was east, but he turned away west

[…]

and that is how Harold, a ser of name,

came to defeat a demon lord and acquired much fame

The lamentations of ser Harold:

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Abadar’s might

Deep underneath the temple within the vaults

Abadar guides us to riches and wealth

Abadar knows that riches means health

and that is why we pray to him

Abadar, sacred of gold

Abadar, a wonder to behold

Abadar, a statue of wonder

Abadar, never asunder.

No hearts leave Sarusan

My feet wanted to travel, far and beyond

But no hearts leave Sarusan, they just can't

I went to Hammerport, far and beyond

But no hearts leave Sarusan, they just can't

Near the temple I saw a lady, far and beyond

But no hearts leave Sarusan, They just can't

We joined hands, a child was born, far and beyond

But no hearts leave Sarusan, they just can't

I called the child Sarus, far and beyond

But no hearts leave Sarusan, they just can't

So I took them back to the isle, far and beyond

because no hearts leave Sarusan, it's the best land

The unknown adventurer

In a time where adventurers roamed the lands

a time of quest and glory, a time of fame

There was one without such glory

no one remembered his name

But he did good, he did the best he could

he helped a farmhand as best as he would

He became rich, but spend it all on ale

and in a bit, his sword was for sale

So don’t drink, adventurers, only drink milk

or forget about being dressed in silk