Zillian the Troubador

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Zillian the Troubador

Post by gorboth » 23 Apr 2018 18:00

In case you haven't noticed, Genesis has awakened the muse in the heart of one excellent character named Zillian. Far and wide, travelling from town to town, she posts prose, poetry, and song of various forms to all the far corners of the donut. Some have suggested that her works be cataloged and kept together. I wasn't sure where such a thread might belong on the forum, so I've gone ahead and opted for this location.

If you see something of hers and feel it belongs here, post away! Because it is contextually valuable, I also suggest (as I have done below) including the information about where the original material was placed (e.g. on the Bree Board.)

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Re: Zillian the Troubador

Post by gorboth » 23 Apr 2018 18:00

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Reading note 25 on the board 'Bree' in the category 'Area'.
Skunk Berry Blues                          79 Zillian      22 Apr 2018


As told to me by the legendary pirate John Lee Hook

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Wanna tell ya a story...
'bout the skunk-berry blues...
though purple in colour...
they got dangerous fumes...

Out I went one Friday...
armed lookin' for some fights...
diggin' Eriador...
I done found me some wights...

So there was my Pirate ass...
sword-wielding and sassy...
down in a barrow hole...
liquored-up and gassy...

I was reelin' and rockin'...
the berries went down easy...
and in the usual way...
I got to feelin' queasy...

Steppin' through the barrow...
it got to bein' dark...
fumblin' round with a torch...
I struck a mighty spark...

But I forgot 'bout skunk gas...
wights laughed "Fire in the hole"...
and outta the ground I popped...
like a bright burnin' mole...

A figure on fire, I ran through the Shire...

In Bree, I searched for water...
found the well dry and stony...
then all smoulderin' and smokin'...
I found the Prancin' Pony...

Asked for a water bucket...
barkeep laughed and shook his head...
so I took the Pirate Way...
and drank up to not be dead...

The bartender came down...
I said, listen to me...
one drink ain't enough...
man you better bring three...

I want: One bourbon, one scotch, one beer!
... One bourbon ... One Scotch ... and One Beer!

Barkeep saw the flames growin'...
he was concerned for my health...
and scooted down askin'...
Can I get you somethin' else?

I cried: One bourbon, one scotch, one beer!
... One bourbon ... One Scotch ... and One Beer!

My goose was smellin' cooked...
was burnin' up, no feignin'...
I drank like the Devil but...
on me Death was gainin'...

I mimed: One bourbon, one scotch, one beer!
... One bourbon ... One Scotch ... and One Beer!

In the end I ponder'd on...
all the drinks I've drunk in bars...
I punch'd the barkeep's face...
and went down to see old Lars...

carrying ... One bourbon ... One Scotch ... and One Beer!

(Cheers y'all)
Mmmmmm ... pie ...

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Re: Zillian the Troubador

Post by Raelle » 24 Apr 2018 01:33

you really gotta catch her in-game!

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Zillian drinks deeply, wipes the back of her mouth and burps rudely
Zillian looks around the room with a lewd smile
Zillian laughs and sings:
	Zillian.. she's a Dancer
	She's got a muscled rump
	hear her bells, she's search'n
	for someone she can ...
Zillian breaks into the chorus:
	Oh no Zillian!
	Linkdead! Gone away!
	Who now to play with?
	Coz Zillian's A.F.K.
Zillian chuckles and takes another drink
Zillian looks around and sings:
	Zugzug.. he's a General
	Source of Dragon Army pluck
	Scour'd all the Plains of Krynn
	for shiny Knights to ...
Zillian leads the chorus:
	Oh no Zugzug!
	Linkdead! Gone away!
	Who now to play with?
	Coz Zugzug's A.F.K.
laugh
You fall down laughing.
> 
Zillian burps out:
	Poultry.. she's no chicken,
	We met once on the docks
	Lick'd my face, gave me plague,
	I bet she's got the ...
Zillian changes into the chorus:
	Oh no Poultry!
	Linkdead! Gone away!
	Who now to play with?
	Coz Poultry's A.F.K.
Zillian tries to take a drink but hits her eye instead
Zillian sings:
	Carlof.. he's a Goblin
	with strong arms made for war
	but he smells rank and foul
	how will he ever ...
A dark-eyed mysterious female elf arrives from the east.
Zillian leads the chorus:
	Oh no Carlof!
	Linkdead! Gone away!
	Who now to play with?
	Coz Carlof's A.F.K.
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
Zillian laughs loudly, ol stinky
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
Zillian sings lewdly:
	Bastet..  she's carnal Hot
	curvaceous through and through
	at her waist she's got a whip
	she'd be a scary ...
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
Zillian breaks into chorus with a snigger:
	Oh no Bastet!
	Linkdead! Gone away!
	Who now to play with?
	Coz Bastet's A.F.K.
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
Zillian growls with passion
Zillian sings in a nautical cant:
	Celse-y.. he's a Dark Elf,
	and Rogueish Lord Pi--Rate
	Presses all the pretties
	while searchin for a ...
Zillian leads the chorus:
	Oh no Celse-y!
	Linkdead! Gone away!
	Who now to play with?
	Coz Celse-y's A.F.K.
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
Zillian says Arrrgh and swallows a bolt of rum
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
Zillian smiles with fondness and croons:
	Luma of the Noldor,
	Sweet magic is her thang,
	Rivendell is her home
	and Bilbo is her ...
The dark-eyed mysterious female elf orders a glass of beer.
Zillian raises her hands in the chorus:
	Oh no Luma!
	Linkdead! Gone away!
	Who now to play with?
	Coz Luma's A.F.K.
Zillian blows kisses to the audience - sweet
Zillian frowns and looks around...
Zillian thinks hard then sings a little nervously:
	Ulath.. he's an Ogre
	skunk berries make him gag
	he is big and friendly
	just ask him for a ...
Zillian quickly bursts into chorus:
	Oh no Ulath!
	Linkdead! Gone away!
	Who now to play with?
	Coz Ulath's A.F.K.
Zillian wipes her brow and drinks again
Zillian sings with a smile:
	Raelle.. she's got Rarestrength
	for Neidar she does slay
	with Rockfriend benefits
	in Caverns she does ...
Zillian sings the chorus with a smile:
	Oh no Raelle!
	Linkdead! Gone away!
	Who now to play with?
	Coz Raelle's A.F.K.
Zillian smirks appreciatively
Zillian looks around - the final secret verse!
	G.B.. is a Free Merc
	Whose ears, rude words turn red
	Golden-haired Champion
	at Arms and in the ...
Zillian sings in chorus:
	Oh no G.B!
	Linkdead! Gone away!
	Who now to play with?
	Coz G.B's A.F.K.
Zillian laughs and falls down, dropping her drink
Zillian gets up unsteadily.... looks around and shouts:
	Someone else's turn!

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Re: Zillian the Troubador

Post by gold bezie » 24 Apr 2018 08:12

First of all thank you Gorboth to honour her this way. Ive been reading a lot of her stories, always surpriced how fast and easy it seems to come to her.
Second, she already mentioned this before: Most of her stories about the realms are in the storytellersclub. She is also a librarian there, and so polite not to put her own stories on the shelf, but let me be the judge of if they fit there.
Zillian is funny, extremely creative and people like her make rp so much more fun.

Here is one of her stories she wrote, when she decided the Worshippers was not her place.
The booms in a deep voice made me laugh out loud, since some of the conversations in this story was what she had with me.
After she left the worshippers training and became a pirate, we both had a drinking contest. Still waiting for a song about that :).

Goldbezie stands tall and declaims in a loud voice:
Seek you a new stone Temple! Deep in a vale!
Go! Open your heart and mind! Step from the trail!
Enlightenment is Dawning!
but heed this warning:
If Undead on Arrival, you'll not prevail!
Goldbezie pretends to search high and low, miming the putting of items in a pack:
To craft Pentacle, Dagger, Chalice and Wand,
'tis Your Quest, Seeker, of the type, We are fond!
Goldbezie continues:
So, fly with the Wind seeking for Aeria?
or hunt with a hammer for fossils of Gu?
both high and low, you'd best scour the area,
without wisdom nor luck and nary a clue!
Goldbezie continues in frustration:
What then? Trawl the depths for Lord Diabrecho?
Or rub sticks together? Hoping for Pyros?
Hark! Is that Laughter? Or just a fey Echo?
As you wander lost with a pack full of dross!
Goldbezie uses a deep otherworldly voice, asking:
What is your intention Seeker?
Goldbezie answers the question:
To be a Healer....
Goldbezie booms in the deep voice:
A Healer?
Goldbezie whispers of her vision:
quiet battlefield
rain falls on bloody bodies
beads run into rills
Goldbezie continues in a whisper:
quiet attendant
drifting between the wounded
tears lost to the rain
Goldbezie continues with determination:
quiet handiwork
staunch the flow, bind the wounds
dam mortal fluids
Goldbezie wipes her brow before finishing:
quiet reflection
amidst dark mud and puddles
unarmed, red handed
Goldbezie booms in a deep voice:
I see Seeker, then you must respect the Clerics
of the Temple, for we can show you the
Way of the Elementals!
Goldbezie ponders, searches through scrolls and searches her heart:
Ponder the quiet pool with silky mirror sheen,
that belies its depth filled with water crisp and clean,
then hawk and spit and see how the surface behaves,
ripple from the loogie -- the harbinger of waves.
Goldbezie booms:
Heretic! I discharge thee!
Goldbezie staggers with a cheeky grin, slurring her words:
A dark crisis of faith pushed me over the brink,
found no wisdom in scrolls, so perhaps then in drink?
I crawled from the Temple to old Orgula's Inn,
and sought out Lord Water in deep bottles of gin.
Goldbezie takes a deep draught from her favourite bottle, then moans:
Woe Diabrecho! You denied me your blessing,
and I was dead drunk when Pirates came pressing,
"Heed not mortal clerics!" so goes my Heresy,
now drunk on a black ship, I seek truth girt by sea.
Goldbezie lifts her bottle to you and shouts out:
Cheers Matey!
Goldbezie falls down
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that.

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Re: Zillian the Troubador

Post by gorboth » 22 Jun 2018 20:30

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Forever Free                               21 Zillian      26 May 2018


Old smell of timber in the yard,
Free Mercenaries train so hard,
To go, to fight, to die for pay,
Over the seas and far away.

One hundred platinum on the stump,
Learn to cut, to crush, to thump,
To go, to fight, to die for pay,
Over the seas and far away.

We Mercenaries are all Free,
To seek out skills and company,
To go, to fight, to die for pay,
Over the seas and far away.

Over the seas and far away,
we go, we fight, we die for pay,
For golden coins we take the knee,
But beware! We're forever Free!
Semi-recently posted on the Mercenary guild board. Charming!

G.
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Re: Zillian the Troubador

Post by gorboth » 16 Nov 2018 16:42

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Round the Corner, Round the Bend!          40 Zillian     Mortal  14 Nov 2018


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Round the Corner, Round the Bend!
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(a tavern song)

So here comes Sontamara, with twinkly puppy eyes,
one of them is normal height, the other half her size,
I see their knees are trembling, I see them 'bout to swoon,
let's do ourselves a favour and find another room.

There's sounds from round the corner, I'm going round the bend
....everyone's flexing muscles and wiggle-ing their ends!

There sits young Irilvia, one in the other's lap,
they complement each other, they fill each other's gaps,
they need to find the bath house or deep beneath the tree,
and there, praise the Wizards, can their wild emotes run free.

There's sounds from round the corner, I'm going round the bend
....everyone's flexing muscles and wiggle-ing their ends!

Behold star-crossed Watchbezie, between them there's allure,
though they snarl in innocence, their needs are quite mature,
being so wise they don't need those places hard-to-reach,
find them on mountain tops or a warm Cali-an beach.

There's sounds from round the corner, I'm going round the bend
....everyone's flexing muscles and wiggle-ing their ends!

On the ground lies Pacarelle within the Neidar lair,
hard to tell where each dwarf ends entwined in body hair,
after slaying Mages, they slip off their mithril socks,
and the sounds of celebration echo off the rocks.

There's sounds from round the corner, I'm going round the bend
....everyone's flexing muscles and wiggle-ing their ends!


--- Zillian
Zillian! We don't deserve you!

*laugh*

G.
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Re: Zillian the Troubador

Post by Draugor » 17 Nov 2018 12:24

This dude can probably try making a living from stuff like this cause its damn good

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Re: Zillian the Troubador

Post by Ckrik » 19 Nov 2018 10:22

gorboth wrote:

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Reading note 25 on the board 'Bree' in the category 'Area'.

Barkeep saw the flames growin'...
he was concerned for my health...
and scooted down askin'...
Can I get you somethin' else?

I cried: One bourbon, one scotch, one beer!
... One bourbon ... One Scotch ... and One Beer!

Silly pirate... adding fuel to fire. Lars should have left his drunken arse with Death.

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Re: Zillian the Troubador

Post by Chanele » 15 Dec 2018 10:45

O Holey Knight! Through y'armour light is shining,
from rended steel your life's blood falls to earth...
.
Slain lays the Wyrm who on all Krynn was dining,
no more to fear from those who rode its girth...
.
At your valour, the weary world rejoices,
as yonder breaks a new and glorious morn...
.
Fall on your knees, and hear the Hoots-Bard voices,
O Night Divine, Our Knight of Hope Forlorn,
O Night Divine, Our Knight, Our Knight Revived!
My better half asked what the hell is wrong with me when I sang this (really loud)...
Awesome!

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Re: Zillian the Troubador

Post by Eloila » 12 May 2023 10:57

Found at the board in Goatfeather's Cafe, Sybarus

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Reading note number 3.
King and Death?                            41 Zillian      10 Jun 2018

Now friends far be it from us to chortle,
but tales of whimsy lead me to tattle,
of knights, nay Kings, with wounds likely mortal,
broke and bleeding in the wake of battle.

Let's speak of Arthur, Royal Pendragon,
at the nasty end of kingly power,
manful in his pain with spirits flaggin',
ponderin' legacy so late was the hour.

Sir Bedivere had chuck'd the mythic sword,
into the Lake, far out over water,
disarming his King on the bloody sward,
as a dark figure slid amidst the slaughter.

The figure was clad in robes old and torn,
more or less morbid, it seemed to the eye,
but in place of the scythe, it bore a horn,
so the famous King whispered a last sigh:

"are you... Death ?"

The figure was mute, had it understood?
perhaps twas swaddled in too thick a cloak?
twas nary a nod nor twitch in the hood,
so gathering himself the King again spoke:

"Are you Death ?"

The horn came up, with no spoken reply,
horn to ear, looming near, silent and bleak,
wizened hand signalling something awry,
thus startling the King, who let out a shriek:

"ARE YOU DEATH ?!"

Shrugging and signing frustrated sorrow,
the figure passed by while tapping its horn,
the King mannered-up, bidding good morrow,
then he lay down low, chastened and forlorn.

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Reading note number 6.
Weary Poesy                                 5 Zillian       4 Apr 2019


Thoughts of magenta,
I grow weary of this world,
...how sentimental.
backlog is always there... wherever you go... whatever you are doing...

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