Exile on Drochtrèdia

The Hullabaloo

Dracon, Gilvaldellin (Gil), Mac Woodfleet, Peren, Yi Sun-Tso, Goblin

(This is a call and response song. You can find the tune at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUMZFpJWzt4)

Mac and her crew
sailed across the sea.
to Drochtredia,
land of mystery
Out the southern gate,
past the ocean blue,
thats where they found
The Hullabaloo.

(Chorus) The Hullabloo?
Now what is that?
Its something found
by the singing Mac.
Its big and loud,
and smelly too.
Thats why its called
The Hullabaloo.

Past the wishing well
across the Burning Hills
Goblins and Wargs
are minor ills.
In the WanTing Moore
our Luck came through,
but up ahead,
was the Hullabaloo.

(Chorus)

More goblins came.
Tso ran the beasts.
Dracons fire burned,
and the racing ceased.
Tracks 5 foot deep,
and 10 feet through.
Goblins ride with
The Hullabaloo

(Chorus)

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The Eyes in the Woods are Watching

Not long ago I went out into the forest to find the lost wolf Stella. Peren the Stout, Dracon Fireballs, Derg Stonesmasher, Roy Wallace the Crossbow, and I got her, but we were beat up pretty bad in a fight beneath a giant tree and something got away. Someone got away. A Druid out there has his eye out there for us Mariners, and we need to be careful.

Through the walls of mariners landing,
Past the safety oh so serene.
The whispers of a wolf wandering,
A theft from Na’lor, obscene.

The eyes in the woods are watching.
The bats and the birds and the bees.
The blight in the woods is growing.
There’s more to this forest than trees.

West-North-West to the ruins and Greenway,
The forest reclaims its own.
The eyes in the woods are watching.
Twig and panther alike are reborn

The Green Faith are all but forgotten,
The sun god burned them away.
The eyes in the woods are watching,
The blight-master is back today.

The eyes in the woods are watching.
The bats and the birds and the bees.
The blight in the woods is growing.
There’s more to this forest than trees.

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The Beer Run Beasts
8/12/2017 adventure

Grizzly’s the name
And grizzled the face
Who sent us on
An adventuring pace

With naught to our name
And hops on the lack
To save the drochtredia brew
stout Kau, Peren, and Mac

Snakes could not stop them,
though tall as an oak,
for Macs eyes were clear
and Kau filled them the smoke.

They could have stopped,
They could have turned back,
But the bravest of heroes
Would rather throw a cold one back.

Into danger they strode
And they walked with such swagger
The mere sense of their mettle
Made the farm vermin scatter

The hops! The hops!
That emerald delight
The beer would be saved
But not without fight.

For with their cries had stretched
Far into the hills,
And awoken the Rat Kings,
The foulest of ills

With a shriek the beasts charged
and the very trees bend
and the rat horde did come
our heroes’ bones to rend.

Mac stood her ground
And with a shuddering roar
‘You cheese brains can’t take us!”
Laid a dozen to floor.

They stabbed and they sang
They clawed and they bled
Till Peren the mighty
split vermin king from head.

battered and bloody
the only ones standing
they packed up the hops
and headed back to the Landing.

They won’t ask for fortune
They won’t ask for a cheer
But for all the gods sake
Just buy them a beer!

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The Annals of Drochtredia
A living history of our time on this continent

Here are written the records of our exploration of this strange continent, as recorded by the storytellers of our age.

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The Turning of the Blight
How Mariner's Landing secured its future.

I am no minstrel, but someone needed to record what happened, and I cannot find Na'lor at the moment.

A blight was attacking the town, quite physically. Strange creatures that seemed an admixture of plants and animals were throwing themselves at the outer homesteads, even reaching the walls at times. We didn't have quite so many citizens or soldiers with magical talent at that time, but we knew fire could drive the monsters back. For this reason, Rocksalt and the other whalers were given special rights over the gulf's waters and began hauling in whales as quickly as they could. We used their blubber to burn the monsters, flinging it from catapults when they would approach.

In time, Na'lor devised a ritual to weaken the magical flow that was strengthening these creatures, and we assaulted the mountainside. I lost several good men, and got my damned leg broken, but Na'lor got the spell off and we made it home alive. He tells me that the Ley Line running through the mountains was weakened though, at least in that spot. I don't know what that means, really, can't see half the things that elf goes on about.

Anyway, that's what we've been through. Better hands than mine may write the coming records.

-Cpt. Quinston

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