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Announcements / General World Knowledge: The Obsidian Isles

« Last post by AndrewC on September 15, 2019, 10:50:03 pm »

Whitewood: Where our story takes place, Whitewood is a small community located between Vectis and Corvale, and has attracted a diverse array of adventures and individuals, including the Lost Heroes is Salinea. The Rook and Sparrow is the main tavern and the beating heart of the town. The town also features a Guard house, and a joint branch of the Mage’s Guild and Great Library. Perched on a hill overlooking the town is a holding of the Merchant Consortium, which features the 11 Spirits Bar on the sixth day of each moon at the 11th Bell in the evening. The local Ranger’s station can provide guidance to new settlers.

Corvale: The city of Corvale is the first of its kind, in that it was established as a home for half-elves. In 1622 Corvale was tragically burnt to the ground by a successful Dark Elf raid. With the assistance of Alexander Papillion and the Merchant Consortium, Corvale has been rebuilt stronger than ever, with defensive fortifications against the wilds is the Obsidian Isles. As the largest city in the Obsidian Isles, and possessing one of the largest harbors in the region, Corvale has grown into a hub of trade and commerce as well as a developing manufacturing district. Corvale relies mostly on its fishing fleet and imported foodstuffs, as few residents feel comfortable living or working the land outside of Corvale’s walls.

The City of Corvale is ruled by a bicameral parliamentary system, locally elected magistrates serve on the City Council and elect the Vizier of Corvale whom is vested with executive power.  The upper house, the Council of Trustees, is managed by the Merchant Consortium and oversees economic decisions. The current Vizier of Corvale is Sanura Zaher.

Spearmont: Spearmont is the second largest settlement of the Obsidian Isles, and the only one located on the sister island to the east. Spearmont is built in true Runa fashion and is the unofficial capital from which Runa maintains its presence and control in the region. Spearmont has one of the two largest harbors in the Obsidian Isles, and is one of the largest producers of foodstuffs on the Obsidian Isles.

Farcry: A fishing town built on the southernmost tip of the main island, Farcry is lead by the local Headman, and prides itself on having the best sailors and fishing fleet in the Obsidian Isles. While a small road does connect Farcry and Corvale, most travel is done by sea, as the local forest is rumored to be haunted.  During the Magma Crisis Farcry was destroyed and razed to the ground by the forces of Magma, having recently rebuilt it has maintained a strong sense of independence. Farcry has recently closed itself off to most outsiders.

The town of Farcry is governed by a local Headman, Flavius fa’Acalan, whom is Master of the town’s flagship, the Lost Storm.

Vectis: Vectis is a farming town built in the northern foothills of the main Island. Vectis is a quiet town, and most people are content to tend to their herds of sheep and goats. Recently the town has seen some growth as many followers of Sister Peles have settled into the area, and raised a Pelesian Temple overlooking the town.

The town of Vectis is governed by the Tephrite Council under High Tephra Benedict Holden and defended by the Volcanic Guard, comprised primarily of worshippers from the Pelesian Temple and veterans of the Magma Crisis.

Sayyar: The ancient ruined city of Sayyar dwells in the depths of the mountain forests, shrouded in mist and mystery. The home and last refuge of the original Elves whom slumbered for millennia. Few have drawn close to Sayyar as it is guarded by an army of iron golems.

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General Discussion / Re: In Game Song Lyics Collection

« Last post by Endric Glendale on April 22, 2019, 11:43:10 pm »

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real Bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

Well in the bog there was a hole
A rare hole and a rattlin' hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real Bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

Well in that hole there was a tree
A rare tree and a rattlin' tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real Bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

On that tree there was a branch
A rare branch and a rattlin' branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

On that branch there was a limb
A rare limb and a rattlin' limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

Well on that limb there was a nest
A rare nest and a rattlin' nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog

The bog down in the valley-o

Now in that nest there was a bird
A rare bird and a rattlin' bird
And the bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
Down in the valley-o

Ho, ho, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

In that bird there was an egg
A rare egg and a rattlin' egg
And the egg on the bird
And the bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

In that egg there was a bird
A rare bird and a rattlin' bird
And the bird on the egg
And the egg on the bird
And the bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

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General Discussion / Re: In Game Song Lyics Collection

« Last post by Endric Glendale on April 22, 2019, 11:42:09 pm »

Come gather good people and hear the strange tale
Of a man who was known in each county and vale
In a pub down in Leode called the White Horse's tail
Sat the one man in Terra who didn't drink ale

He's known in each tavern, both distant and near:
That queer little fellow who doesn't like beer.

His father disowned him by the grief and the shame
His wife, she divorced him and his son changed his name
No country will claim him and them we can't blame
For not drinking beer is his one claim to fame

He's known in each tavern both distant and near:
That sober ne'er-do-'ell who doesn't like beer.

One day we conspired to drive him quite mad:
So I pissed in his tankard where his water he had
I set it before him saying "try this me lad",
He took a big sup and said "this one's not bad!"

He's known in each tavern both distant and near:
That perplexing bastard who doesn't like beer.

Through song and through story his prominence rose
Till the Queen saw the portrait of him in repose
He tried to impress her by wearing new clothes
And a picture of drinking while holding his nose

He's known in each tavern both distant and near:
That strange motherfucker who doesn't like beer!

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General Discussion / Re: In Game Song Lyics Collection

« Last post by Endric Glendale on April 22, 2019, 11:38:41 pm »

I've been a wild rover for many's the year
And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more

I went into an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay"
"Such a custom as yours I can have every day"

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more

I then took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best"
And the words that you tolt me were only in jest

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more

I'll home to my parents, confess what I'd done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And when they've caressed me as ofttimes before
I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more

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General Discussion / Re: In Game Song Lyics Collection

« Last post by Endric Glendale on April 22, 2019, 11:34:46 pm »

In South Boreni I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Boreni, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Boreni

Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Boreni

As I walked out one morning fair, heave away, haul away
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair, we're bound for South Boreni

Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Boreni

There's just one thing that's on my mind, heave away, haul away
That's leaving Nancy Blair behind, we're bound for South Boreni

Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Boreni

And as we wallop round Cape Horn, heave away, haul away
You'll wish to God you've never been born, we're bound for South Boreni

Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Boreni

In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Boreni

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General Discussion / Re: In Game Song Lyics Collection

« Last post by Endric Glendale on April 22, 2019, 11:29:19 pm »

Oh, as I went home on Monday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door
Where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her
"Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door
Where my old horse should be?"

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
Still you cannot see
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door
Where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her
"Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door
Where my old coat should be?"

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
Still you cannot see
That's a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair
Where my old pipe should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her
"Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair
Where my old pipe should be?"

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
Still you cannot see
That's a lovely tin-whistle, that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before

And I went home on Thursday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed
Where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her
"Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed
Where my old boots should be?"

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
Still you cannot see
They're two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But laces in geranium pots I never saw before

And as I came home on Friday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed
Where my old head should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her
"Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed
Where my old head should be?"

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
Still you cannot see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before

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General Discussion / Re: In Game Song Lyics Collection

« Last post by Endric Glendale on April 22, 2019, 11:24:31 pm »

The river is flowing,
flowing and growing,
the river is flowing
back to the sea.
Mother Earth carry me
a child I will always be,
Mother Earth carry me
back to the sea.
The river is flowing,
flowing and growing,
the river is flowing
back to the sea.
Mother Earth carry me
a child I will always be,
Mother Earth carry me
back to the sea.
The river is flowing,
flowing and growing,
the river is flowing
back to the sea.
Mother Earth carry me
a child I will always be,
Mother Earth carry me
back to the sea.
The river is flowing,
flowing and growing,
the river is flowing
back to the sea.
Mother Earth carry me
a child I will always be,
Mother Earth carry me
back to the sea.
The river is flowing,
flowing and growing,
the river is flowing
back to the sea.
Mother Earth carry me
a child I will always be,
Mother Earth carry me
back to the sea.
The river is flowing,
flowing and growing,
the river is flowing
back to the sea.
Mother Earth carry me
a child I will always be,
Mother Earth carry me
back to the sea.
Carry me
(carry me)
carry me
(carry me)
back to the sea
(back to the sea)
back to the sea
(back to the sea)
Carry me
(carry me)
carry me
(carry me)
carry me
(carry me)
back to the sea
(back to the sea)
back to the sea
(back to the sea)
(back to the sea)
back to the sea
(back to the sea)
(back)

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General Discussion / Re: In Game Song Lyics Collection

« Last post by Endric Glendale on April 22, 2019, 10:34:10 pm »

I heard them calling in the distance
So I packed my things and ran
Far away from all the trouble
I had caused with my two hands
Alone we traveled on with nothing but a shadow
We fled far away
Hold your horses now (We sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran (Deep into the mountain sound)
Hold your horses now (We sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran

Some hid scars and some hid scratches
It made me wonder about their past
And as I looked around, I began to notice
That we were nothing like the rest
Hold your horses now (We sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran (Deep into the mountain sound)
Hold your horses now (We sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran
Whoa,
We sleep until the sun goes down
Whoa,
We sleep until the sun goes down
Whoa,
We sleep until the sun goes down

Hold your horses now (We sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran (Deep into the mountain sound)
Hold your horses now (We sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran
Hold your horses now (We sleep until the sun goes down)
Through the woods we ran (Deep into the mountain sound)
Hold your horses now (We sleep until the sun goes down)

Through the woods we ran
La la la, whoa, la la la
We sleep until the sun goes down
La la la, whoa whoa, la la la
We sleep until the sun goes

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General Discussion / Re: In Game Song Lyics Collection

« Last post by Endric Glendale on April 22, 2019, 10:31:35 pm »

Here's good luck to the pint pot,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Jolly good luck to the pint pot,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Oh, the pint pot,
Half a pint,
Gill,
Half a gill,
Quarter gill,
Nipperkin,
Then the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck,
Good luck to the barleymow.

And here's good luck to the half-gallon,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Jolly good luck to the half-gallon,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Oh the half-gallon,
Pint pot,
Half a pint,
Gill,
Half a gill,
Quarter gill,
Nipperkin,
Then the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck,
Good luck to the barleymow.

Well, here's good luck to the gallon,
Good luck the barleymow.
Jolly good luck to the gallon,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Oh, the gallon,
Half-gallon,
Pint pot,
Half a pint,
Gill,
Half a gill,
Quarter gill,
Nipperkin,
Then the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck,
Good luck to the barleymow.

Well, here's good luck to the half-barrel,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Jolly good luck to the half-barrel,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Oh, the half-barrel,
Gallon,
Half-gallon,
Pint pot,
Half a pint,
Gill,
Half a gill,
Quarter gill,
Nipperkin,
Then the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck,
Good luck to the barleymow.

Well, here's good luck to the barrel,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Jolly good luck to the barrel,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Oh, the barrel,
Half-barrel,
Gallon,
Half-gallon,
Pint pot,
Half a pint,
Gill,
Half a gill,
Quarter gill,
Nipperkin,
Then the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck,
Good luck to the barleymow.

Well, here's good luck to the Daughter,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Jolly good luck to the daughter,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Oh, the daughter,
Barrel,
Half-barrel,
Gallon,
Half-gallon,
Pint pot,
Half a pint,
Gill,
Half a gill,
Quarter gill,
Nipperkin,
Then the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck,
Good luck to the barleymow.

Here's good luck to the landlord,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Jolly good luck to the landlord,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Oh, the landlord,
Daughter,
Barrel,
Half-barrel,
Gallon,
Half-gallon,
Pint pot,
Half a pint,
Gill,
Half a gill,
Quarter gill,
Nipperkin,
Then the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck,
Good luck to the barleymow.

Well, here's good luck to the brewer,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Jolly good luck to the brewer,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Oh, the brewer,
Landlord,
Daughter,
Barrel,
Half-barrel,
Gallon,
Half-gallon,
Pint pot,
Half a pint,
Gill,
Half a gill,
Quarter gill,
Nipperkin,
Then the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck,
Good luck to the barleymow.

Well, here's good luck to the company,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Jolly good luck to the company,
Good luck to the barleymow.
Oh, the company,
brewer,
Landlord,
Daughter,
Barrel,
Half-barrel,
Gallon,
Half-gallon,
Pint pot,
Half a pint,
Gill,
Half a gill,
Quarter gill,
Nipperkin,
Then the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck,
Good luck to the barleymow.

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General Discussion / Re: In Game Song Lyics Collection

« Last post by Endric Glendale on April 22, 2019, 10:13:20 pm »

Oh all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

So Fill to me the parting glass
and drink a health whate'er befalls
i'll gently rise and softly call
goodnight and joy be to you all

Oh all the comrades that e'er I've had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

So fill to me the parting glass
and drink a health whate'er befalls
I'll gently rise and softly call
goodnight and joy be to you all

a man may drink and not get drunk
a man may fight and not be slain
a man may go to see the world
and someday soon come home again
but since I did so oft forget
my time to rise and then to fall
I'll gently rise and softly call
goodnight and joy be to you all

so fill to me the parting glass
I'll drink a health whate'er befalls
then gently rise and softly fall
goodnight and joy be to you all