Re: CR Donjon & Cie (en VO) [MAJ 25/09]
Publié : mar. oct. 24, 2017 8:03 am
L'un des joueurs a composé le lendemain de la partie la Balade de Reginald le Melodieux.
The Ballad of Sir Reginald the Melodious
King’s courts and taverns across the land
Knew well the skill of Reginald’s hand,
For his skill with flute and harpsichords
Had warmed the hearth of many lords.
The strident song of nightingale, The clarion of trumpets call,
The murmur of sweet rainfall,
Sir Reg’s range eclipsed them all.
With doughty heart and sword aheft,
They ventured within the rocky cleft.
Sir Reg and friends both stout and true,
The sacred text they did pursue.
The inky dark of shadowed hall,
The gloomy gloam that did befall,
The icy stretch of cold stone wall,
The band most brave endured them all.
Twixt pentagles hewn upon the floor,
Foul beasts in brass upon the door,
Sir Reginald tried to defend,
‘Gainst Demon’s Fury till bitter end.
Acid spat, furious fireballs rolled
No manly force could in faith withhold.
Fear failed the fallen, their fingers numbed,
One by one, frail flesh succumbed.
What of his friends, both stout and true?
The twisted foe, the demon slew. Leaving Brave Sir Reg alone at last,
To flee into the dungeon vast.
Raging fire and flame Reg struggled through,
O’er deepest pits he jumped anew,
Till in the depths said famous tome,
Was plucked from fingers of shambling bone.
With precious load Reg sought the light,
Foul Trolls he smote with furious might,
The fearless bard’s sword swung hard and fast,
A shining arc ‘gainst foe dark and vast.
At last, ahead, fair portal beckoning,
His dead brothers below, their final reckoning,
Sir Reginald stepped once more into clear blue light,
‘Pon his fair face a smile of delight.
What of this book, I hear you say? Did its return serve to save the Day?
The curse upon the tome came true!
Upon poor Reg’s soul did the hex embue,
The evil gaze of the summoned Demon Lord’s glower
His host of fiends the poor bard’s body to devour.
The Ballad of Sir Reginald the Melodious
King’s courts and taverns across the land
Knew well the skill of Reginald’s hand,
For his skill with flute and harpsichords
Had warmed the hearth of many lords.
The strident song of nightingale, The clarion of trumpets call,
The murmur of sweet rainfall,
Sir Reg’s range eclipsed them all.
With doughty heart and sword aheft,
They ventured within the rocky cleft.
Sir Reg and friends both stout and true,
The sacred text they did pursue.
The inky dark of shadowed hall,
The gloomy gloam that did befall,
The icy stretch of cold stone wall,
The band most brave endured them all.
Twixt pentagles hewn upon the floor,
Foul beasts in brass upon the door,
Sir Reginald tried to defend,
‘Gainst Demon’s Fury till bitter end.
Acid spat, furious fireballs rolled
No manly force could in faith withhold.
Fear failed the fallen, their fingers numbed,
One by one, frail flesh succumbed.
What of his friends, both stout and true?
The twisted foe, the demon slew. Leaving Brave Sir Reg alone at last,
To flee into the dungeon vast.
Raging fire and flame Reg struggled through,
O’er deepest pits he jumped anew,
Till in the depths said famous tome,
Was plucked from fingers of shambling bone.
With precious load Reg sought the light,
Foul Trolls he smote with furious might,
The fearless bard’s sword swung hard and fast,
A shining arc ‘gainst foe dark and vast.
At last, ahead, fair portal beckoning,
His dead brothers below, their final reckoning,
Sir Reginald stepped once more into clear blue light,
‘Pon his fair face a smile of delight.
What of this book, I hear you say? Did its return serve to save the Day?
The curse upon the tome came true!
Upon poor Reg’s soul did the hex embue,
The evil gaze of the summoned Demon Lord’s glower
His host of fiends the poor bard’s body to devour.