Songs of Siren Song

Cursed Nightblade of Oligarch

Songs Sang by Siren

Roleplay from Siren Song

A missive with a faint glow and a thin blue seal comes into your hand. As you open the letter there is a poem: Two relics of power, One found in a tower, From a corpse one fumbled, From a beast I rumbled, The Ancient Band of Zedd, Wield to keep your foes dead, Its condition pristine, Many Sages I've seen, A boost in prestige, Fit for any liege, The Cursed Nightblade of Oligarch, A blade for whom many would march, To assert claim over a city, Which has a history not pretty, The blade is battered and damaged, Repairs I have not yet managed, For nobles they are, available for claim, To boost your prestige, and variable fame, Offer's I am taking, All shall be considered, But at my discretion, Shall they be delivered. You are startled as a beautiful female sing-song voice echos through your head as you read the missive. As the last line resounds through your head, the missive dissipates into water that runs through your fingers and splatters on the ground.

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Roleplay from Siren Song Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp-combat Message sent to everyone in Adventurer's Guild (61 recipients) - 26 days, 11 hours, 38 minutes ago A familiar faintly glowing missive with a blue seal arrives in your hands. You open the letter and once again hear in the same beautiful sing-song voice: My greetings from the sea good knight, I sing this song bathed in moonlight, Many seeker's of the blade now fight, To call the cursed item their's by right, In the night I choose to hunt the lairs, Fulfilling peasantry holy prayers, Slaying the evils that plague the land, Protecting all worth created by hand, Many requests have now come to me, But consensus among all I see, To repair the blade, Prior to trade, So now I stay, My considerable rage, To seek a sage, For now please enjoy my open stage, May the war of bids continue to wage, Allow me a moment to summarize, The Cursed Nightblade of Oligarch the prize. Like before as the the last melodic word resonates the missive dissipates into water and splashes to the floor.

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(Personal message to Fredrick Stormreaver) A familiar faintly glowing missive with a blue seal arrives in your hands. You open the letter and once again hear in the same beautiful sing-song voice: Good morn good reaver, How brews the storm, in regards to the cursed cleaver, I admit I am torn, Many offers received, Of yours they exceed, Though flattered I be, By your words to me, Rumors of beatings, Those of non noble stock, Reached me while eating, For now our meeting it blocks, So continue to reave the storm good knight, In the future perhaps I shall make your sight, A personal song for you to make it right. Like before as the the last melodic word resonates the missive dissipates into water and splashes to the floor.

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(Personal message to Lindow Moonsun) A familiar faintly glowing missive with a blue seal arrives in your hands. You open the letter and once again hear in the same beautiful sing-song voice: Greetings to the one Shadowdale calls King, A song for you I have decided to sing, This cursed relic in the hands of a King, Is excellent reason for a declaration to ring, For the city the blade shares the name, A King could easily make the claim, The city is now his to own, To expand the influence of his shadowy throne. Many offers made, For this very blade, What words would you say, To have my favor sway, to deliver without delay. Like before as the the last melodic word resonates the missive dissipates into water and splashes to the floor.

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(Personal message to Jaques Talos) A familiar faintly glowing missive with a blue seal arrives in your hands. You open the letter and once again hear in the same beautiful sing-song voice: Greetings good knight, You have joined the fight, As a seeker of the blade, The purchase delayed, Repairs are needed, So that one may wield, Seeking a sage has proceeded, As I wander the fields, A generous sum, Has been offered by many, For me to come, The offer must be better than any. Like before as the the last melodic word resonates the missive dissipates into water and splashes to the floor.

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(Personal message to Zadek Dragul) A familiar faintly glowing missive with a blue seal arrives in your hands. You open the letter and once again hear in the same beautiful sing-song voice: Greetings good royal, I do not wish to spoil, Your royal mood, Or rest or food, The best offer on the table, Is not yet fully stable, But comes from the King, Of all Shadowy things, Most offer in gold, Is three hundred pieces, Though the blade is not sold, As I wait for a reply that increases, This offer is from a knight, With humble means, Unaware that his offer is light, Compared to his King of the night. Like before as the the last melodic word resonates the missive dissipates into water and splashes to the floor.

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Poems Received by Siren

Roleplay from Maccio Aurelle

(Personal message to Siren Song) A humble roll of parchment is delivered to you by a horseman of meager figure, riding a skinny white nag, and accompanied by a young greyhound that circles around you in excitement. - "An offer from my Lord, Magrave Aurelle." It seems you've found a blade worthy to Oligarch lay claim. I wish not to enter a bidding war against who knows how many. Gold is best kept in my coffers to be invested in matters more fitting. It is only through siege that one day I may see the walls of Oligarch, like in old elven tales, leveled, and built anew. Once, an orkish city, made crumble by the elves. Reshaped by their own hands, into the northern pearl. Coveted by many, myself, included, too. Remains of ancient times, invaluable treasure, tales told, many a time, of hubris and envy, of greed and lust for gold. The blade that you possess I tell you is not cursed. The place, itself, might be due to so much blood spilled across so long a time. So many souls been lost fighting for taking it. The same cannot be said about the blade you hold, never once seen or sung in ancient history. Might have been owned by none, by none swung or stained, in noone's blood been bathed. So I dare say once more your blade cannot be cursed, too clean for black magic to take in it a hold. However, I have seen, that everyone believed the name that you gave it. So how about a deal? Make it a prophecy. Make it a newborn tale. In time I will become Oligarch's new Margrave. Give me the blade you hold. I will bathe it in blood. You, in fame and glory for by the time I rule over all Oligarch you will have then become the blade's discoverer. Never once did you lie, it was true all along. The sword, to its holder, later brought to power. Who would doubt it by then? Noone, I tell you now. - "I've been instructed to send back your response. What will it be?" Maccio Aurelle Margrave of Akesh Temple Marshal of the Shadow Legion

Maccio Aurelle

Roleplay from Fredrick Stormreaver

(Personal message to Siren Song) A package with a sealed letter and a wooden box with anther short note containing a fine bottle of cherry brandy stamped with the Stormreaver family seal from Itorunt arrive. The short note on the box reads: 'A gift to help sooth your golden voice'. The longer letter reads: "If truth is to be told, The items not be my choice, I would trade all my gold, Simply to hear your voice, My dreams fill with song, A melody calming yet strong, Enchanted I be, With you now I see, A warning from me, Be cautious fair maid, Before you return to the sea, With those whom you trade, Until duty sets you free, Longing to hear from you shall I be, Til then I shall wait and pray by the sea." Sir Fredrick Stormreaver Knight of Itorunt

Fredrick Stormreaver

Roleplay from Fredrick Stormreaver

(Personal message to Siren Song) Another package arrives, this one also containing a letter and small box. Contained in the box is a small jar of honey from Itorunt with a small note reading 'The only thing I could find that compared to the sweetness of your voice'. The larger note contains another poem: Of noble stock you may not be that's true, Though there's certainly nothing common about you, Rich in spirit and golden word, Creating longing of which to be heard, Danger nears from far and wide, Lizards literally falling from the sky, Making me think of you by my side, No time for attempts of being shy, As always stay safe my enchanting friend, Dangers lurk everywhere I fear, These wild changes are unlikely to end, Til then I shall dream of when you're near. Sir Fredrick Stormreaver Knight of Itorunt

Fredrick Stormreaver