Minstrel Tales, Songs & Poems of the Flanaess
In my campaign, Bards, Skalds and Minstrels are fairly widespread across the Flanaess. They are sources for information, but much of what they convey is in the form of stories or song or poetry. I'm no poet, or lyricist so I normally convert Earthly songs and poems for Oerthly use.
A Prayer to Lolth
(The Priestess speaks)
She is Evil and huge and beautiful! She is our mother!
She is lustful and lewd! - Spider Queen; we have none other!
In the day she was hidden from us, but we found her moaning in the
shade.
We shudder and give her our will in the darkness; we are afraid.
(The Drow reply)
She sends us pain,
and we bow before her;
She smiled again
and bade us adore her;
She solaced our woe
and soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Without her guidence?
(The Priestess speaks)
She is hungry and eats our children; - how shall we feed her?
She takes our young males and our maidens; - ours to obey her!
We are loathed and feared and reviled of all Elvenkind; that is our pride.
She feeds us, protects us, loves us, and kills us; no longer shall we
hide.
(The Drow reply)
Death is strong;
But Lolth is stronger.
Time rules long;
But She rules longer.
She solaced our woe
and soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Without her guidence?
"On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus Goddess" By Rupert Brooke 1908 (with minor alterations for Greyhawk).
A Prayer to Lolth
(The Priestess speaks)
She is Evil and huge and beautiful! She is our mother!
She is lustful and lewd! - Spider Queen; we have none other!
In the day she was hidden from us, but we found her moaning in the
shade.
We shudder and give her our will in the darkness; we are afraid.
(The Drow reply)
She sends us pain,
and we bow before her;
She smiled again
and bade us adore her;
She solaced our woe
and soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Without her guidence?
(The Priestess speaks)
She is hungry and eats our children; - how shall we feed her?
She takes our young males and our maidens; - ours to obey her!
We are loathed and feared and reviled of all Elvenkind; that is our pride.
She feeds us, protects us, loves us, and kills us; no longer shall we
hide.
(The Drow reply)
Death is strong;
But Lolth is stronger.
Time rules long;
But She rules longer.
She solaced our woe
and soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Without her guidence?
"On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus Goddess" By Rupert Brooke 1908 (with minor alterations for Greyhawk).
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