A largely uneventful day preceded another godly visit, last night.

Cory and Miranda came to Dundee with the intent of hearing Valorn's adventurers perform in groups. Very little time was given to prepare, and I was roped by Raffe and Urkki into becoming part of their little performance group in the name of 22.

With such little time to prepare, we had no option but to improvise. After sitting through a couple of... Interesting... Performances, I prefaced our little groups piece by explicitly stating that we were improvising a dramatically read story with Zither accompaniment. And that we were going to make it rhyme, if possible.

I've never been one for impromptu lyrical genius, but I gave it my best shot. I quickly decided that we would tell a tale called "The man with the slippery hands" or something.

Here is the tale, complete with Raffe and Urkki's parts.

Korrith: There once was a young adventurer... By the name of Billy Zands... And he heard the call of duty once, and he answered it's demands...
So kissed his mum upon her cheek and set out to explore the lands... The story would've been fairytale-ish, had he not such slippery hands...

Smooth and as yet unblemished, yet lacking any grip.... His sword and shield were both quite prone to the occasional slip. And as you can imagine, on training this is a blip. Infact it's probably fair to say, Billy's life was a sinking ship

But still he tried his hardest. He stumled into rats. He tickled acid jellies and he poked some mean plains cats.... His language grew quite colourful, he littered it with "drats", but he didn't give up, not Billy, 'Twas not time to hang up his hats...

Raffe: One day he up and left home the better for these lands to roam.

Billy sought both far and wide, something that could be made or tied...

Around his sword to form a grip, to solve the trouble of his slip

He started out with soul leach poo.. and then tried some zombie goo

But alas poor Billy just couldnt make, anything (for Cory's sake!)

To help him keep his sword in hand and help him to defend the land

Urkki: He sought out candyman and bought...

Lots of candyballs to stick the sword into his hand so that he'd be able to answer the calls...

of world crier...he hoped so the be sired...

that...ummm tippety tippety tip tip....uhh...slip.



And that was the end of it. It gave many a chuckle and it felt good to have concocted something on the spot. The gods blessed us before we left, and many people were left happy.

I've started using my Zither more than my weapon, it seems.