Sunday, December 18, 2011

pre-Game Session 8

Campaign began in Falcon's Hollow, in the NW corner of Andoran.  We ran D0 Hollow's Last Hope, having spun adventures from that.  They are now at the town of Riverford along the River Andossan.  Eventual goal is to get to Oregent.  (plenty to do around there that's for sure!)

2nd level right now.  Here is the party:

Marcus, human fighter from Molthune
Royy, 1/2 elf Andoran ranger, a badged Eagle Knight
Makara, female dwarven fighter from Highhelm
Samuel, elf rogue (skirmisher) from Falcon's Hollow
Cilos, 1/2 elf druid from Falcon's Hollow
Silowil, female elf wizard from The Mordant Spire
James, human rogue from Razmiren
Althea, female human sorceress from Cheliax
Garrett, halfing sorcerer

The Shining Crusade

Pathfinder obsession!!  Here i've created a lyrical adaptation for The Shining Crusade, to the tune of The Foggy Dew.   Listen to Luke Kelly belt it out, his voice, but as it plays read my lyrics.  I imagine the song would be sung in taverns and pubs throughout Andoran, Nirmathas, Multhune, Lastwall and Taldor.  :D


Adapted Lyrics:


As down the glen one Gorzan morn to a town fair rode I
There Armed lines of Ozem knights in squadrons passed me by
No flute did hum, no battle drum did sound its dread tune
But the silver bell rang its death knell out through the foggy dew


Right proudly high over Encarthan Lake they flew the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Taldan sky than at Ardis or Karaeu
And from the town of Vellurnis strong men came hurrying through
While the Tyrant’s Shunned, with their Risen Ones, marched in through the foggy dew


'A Whispering Tyrant bade our bold host go, staying that "small nations might be free";
Their lonely graves are by Encarthan’s waves or the shores of the great Inner Sea.
Oh, had they died by Arazni’s side or fought with Iomedae True
Their graves we'd keep where the heroes sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew.


Oh the bravest fell, Vigil's Cathedral bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Gorzan tide in the spring time of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless blades, but few,
Who bore the fight that Taldor's light might shine through the foggy dew