A tall, golden man in blue and silver laquered plate of mail climbs the stairs to the announcer's pulpit in the East Gate District. He looks out over the general bustle of the city of Baldur's Gate, catching the attention of some and holding it like it always belonged to him. His presence in front of the great throng of people is natural, even perhaps commanding as more and more citizens look up to where he stands. His eyes glitter like golden coins as he scans the mass of people before finally speaking up, his voice ringing out clearly over the din of business and revelry, the delivery is vaguely melodic and quite deliberate.
Fire and hammer forge the steel and the sword,
That time and neglect rust away.
Without loving attention, oil and polish,
The carpenter's craft will decay.
A garden untended, with no one around,
Will soon be choked out by weeds.
The common theme here, is for things to flourish,
One must attend to it's needs.
And if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right,
Even should it take extra time.
This applies to all things, even you and I,
And that's quite the point of this rhyme.
Many of us, are simply contented to live,
Caring for only ourselves and those close.
That's not good enough now, not anymore,
Not with the evil that threatens our coast.
Darkness encroaches, an ill forecast foreboding,
The evil of misfortune's whim.
It will take all of our faith to push back this blight,
So I urge you take heed of this hymn.
Set a course on your future, don't let circumstance stay you,
Forge on in Tymora's name.
Fear not for the danger, hold true to her teachings,
And a portion of her luck you can claim.
If we all band together, start living the example,
By living bold and true to our hearts.
We can push back, 'gainst the Maid of Misfortune,
And force her from this coast to depart.
And if you look inside, and find your heart's calling,
Is service to the Lady Who Smiles.
Come to her temple, the Lady's Hall,
Stay, talk, and visit a while.
Liam the Golden
Illdraen, Guerilla Skirmisher of Sshamath
Guy "Knife-Ears" Masterson
Boddynock Namfoodle, Illusionist Extraordinaire! (temporary leave of absence, again)
"Liam the Golden, so I have heard,
Yet truly none can polish a..." - Ameris Santraeger, 2016