Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Repost - Minstrel Tales The Amedio Fishers

Minstrel Tales The Amedio Fishers

Here is a song/poem. It is translated from the native language of the dwellers of the Amedio Jungle who live along the edge of the Azure Sea. Silvertongue the Bard first sang this at the Low Seas' Tavern in Greyhawk's River Quarter several years ago. Since then it has become popular among sailors from Jeklea Bay to the Solnor Ocean.

The Amedio Fishers

Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The Wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has
cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore, and set our long boats
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the

No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the seagull's call,
Lydia is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our
comrades all.
What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of Xerbo
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives.

Sweet is the shade of the deklo glade, and the scent of the kara
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the moons with the sound of the
voices we love;
But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray and the dance of the wild
foam's glee;
Row, brothers, row to the edge of the verge, where the low sky mates
with the Azure sea.

"The Coromandel Fishers" By Sarojini Naidu (with trivial alterations)

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