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Tamriel Vault Birthday Bard For The Day

• Sotek

  

  Member
   

  March 31, 2016

  Happy birthday dear Tamriel Vault.

  

   April the 1^st is Tamriel Vaults birthday. Its 5 years old….. It really is a standing testament to Paul who first founded it and to everyone who has helped form the blog. From Todd to the humble lurkers who walk in the shadows. Hircine bless you all.

  In respect and honor of this, we at Tamriel Tales will be running a short event.

  Welcome to Tamriel Tales…...

  Bard For The Day….

  Go have a wander throughout Tamriel Vault and pick out anything from the builds in Character Building, art pictures in the Art Group or venture into the depths of Hermaeus Mora and chose Lore. You could also visit the past and delve through Classics.

  The Bloodmoon rises… Run free and seek out these treasures then honor them all by writing poems, lyrics and song about what you have discovered buried deep within Tamriel Vault.

  Happy birthday dear Tamriel Vault.

  

   April the 1^st is Tamriel Vaults birthday. Its 5 years old….. It really is a standing testament to Paul who first founded it and to everyone who has helped form the blog. From Todd to the humble lurkers who walk in the shadows. Hircine bless you all.

  In respect and honor of this, we at Tamriel Tales will be running a short event.

  Welcome to Tamriel Tales…...

  Bard For The Day….

  Go have a wander throughout Tamriel Vault and pick out anything from the builds in Character Building, art pictures in the Art Group or venture into the depths of Hermaeus Mora and chose Lore. You could also visit the past and delve through Classics.

  The Bloodmoon rises… Run free and seek out these treasures then honor them all by writing poems, lyrics and song about what you have discovered buried deep within Tamriel Vault.

• Paws

  

  Member
   

  April 1, 2016

  Oh yes, can't say I am not delighted to see this

  I will take the liberty of kicking this off with a short poem based on a build by Paul England.

  An Ode to The Clever Man

  Where he wanders none can say, advising kings and jarls while on his way,

  Practicing his craft both eldritch and fey, The Clever Man, old and grey.

  His art is subtle, his manner grim, his magic as old as cold Skyrim,

  His greatsword made of hard Stalhrim, a secret forgotten as memories dim.

  Hooded and cloaked he travels on, his deeds unrecorded in Skyrim's song,

  Writing his own fate ere he's gone, the Clever Man is cunning as the day is long.

  A warrior and a powerful Tongue, Kyne's gift to man when the land was young,

  His Voice was as sharp as the sword he swung and from his belt winds were hung.

  Between the worlds the Clever Man flies, seeing through deceit and Daedric lies,

  On muddy battlefields beneath the skies, at his command the dead arise.

  Like water shrouded with northern mist, in his blade enchantments writhe and twist,

  His enemies fell, their lives dismissed, to Sovngarde and Kyne's final kiss.

  

  Oh yes, can't say I am not delighted to see this

  I will take the liberty of kicking this off with a short poem based on a build by Paul England.

  An Ode to The Clever Man

  Where he wanders none can say, advising kings and jarls while on his way,

  Practicing his craft both eldritch and fey, The Clever Man, old and grey.

  His art is subtle, his manner grim, his magic as old as cold Skyrim,

  His greatsword made of hard Stalhrim, a secret forgotten as memories dim.

  Hooded and cloaked he travels on, his deeds unrecorded in Skyrim's song,

  Writing his own fate ere he's gone, the Clever Man is cunning as the day is long.

  A warrior and a powerful Tongue, Kyne's gift to man when the land was young,

  His Voice was as sharp as the sword he swung and from his belt winds were hung.

  Between the worlds the Clever Man flies, seeing through deceit and Daedric lies,

  On muddy battlefields beneath the skies, at his command the dead arise.

  Like water shrouded with northern mist, in his blade enchantments writhe and twist,

  His enemies fell, their lives dismissed, to Sovngarde and Kyne's final kiss.

  

• Overhate

  

  Member
   

  April 1, 2016

  A two-handed poem. Good!

  A two-handed poem. Good!

• Raid

  

  Member
   

  April 1, 2016

  Go have a wonder throughout Tamriel Vault

  Wander? Unless this is a mistranslation thing from the other side of the pond.

  Go have a wonder throughout Tamriel Vault

  Wander? Unless this is a mistranslation thing from the other side of the pond.

• Justiciar Thorien

  

  Member
   

  April 1, 2016

  Wow, what a cool poem! Sounds like a nice idea for a build)))

  Wow, what a cool poem! Sounds like a nice idea for a build)))

• Sotek

  

  Member
   

  April 1, 2016

  Everyone's a critic..........

  Hahaha

  Everyone's a critic..........

  Hahaha

• Mirric

  

  Member
   

  April 1, 2016

  One-Handed skill increased to 100 A poem by Sheogoraths scamp There was once a man with a one handed sword For he was a big nord He found a book about an Argonian Maid Oh how it was his lucky day For when he opened the book He took off his skirt And his One-Handed increased to 100 that day

  One-Handed skill increased to 100 A poem by Sheogoraths scamp There was once a man with a one handed sword For he was a big nord He found a book about an Argonian Maid Oh how it was his lucky day For when he opened the book He took off his skirt And his One-Handed increased to 100 that day
• Sotek

  

  Member
   

  April 1, 2016

  This picture caught my attention in Curse's Gallery 

  He has some marvelous pieces, go check them out.

  

   

  In the dead of night

  I craft my trade.

  Dagger, spoon, fork,

  Even once a spade.

   

  The darkness hides me,

  The shadow’s my cloak.

  Deathly whisper’s

  Of words un-spoke.

   

  A door is barred

  A window locked

  Guards outside

  And the path is blocked

   

  Up on high

  Across the roof

  Loose tiles shifted

  An assassin aloof

   

  The dog is sleeping,

  Drugged meat it’s meal

  As I move to the bedroom

  It’s laying forever now still

   

  A dagger in the darkness

  A candle snuffed out

  One live is taken

  Sounds heard naught

  This picture caught my attention in Curse's Gallery 

  He has some marvelous pieces, go check them out.

  

   

  In the dead of night

  I craft my trade.

  Dagger, spoon, fork,

  Even once a spade.

   

  The darkness hides me,

  The shadow’s my cloak.

  Deathly whisper’s

  Of words un-spoke.

   

  A door is barred

  A window locked

  Guards outside

  And the path is blocked

   

  Up on high

  Across the roof

  Loose tiles shifted

  An assassin aloof

   

  The dog is sleeping,

  Drugged meat it’s meal

  As I move to the bedroom

  It’s laying forever now still

   

  A dagger in the darkness

  A candle snuffed out

  One live is taken

  Sounds heard naught

• Ebonslayer

  

  Member
   

  April 1, 2016

  I hate to say it but the poem does not suit the build in the picture. The Riften's Most Wanted is a common thug, he'd rather slam his axe through your ear or leave you bleeding on the ground while he uses you as a toilet than stab you in the back with a knife.

  I hate to say it but the poem does not suit the build in the picture. The Riften's Most Wanted is a common thug, he'd rather slam his axe through your ear or leave you bleeding on the ground while he uses you as a toilet than stab you in the back with a knife.
• Sotek

  

  Member
   

  April 1, 2016

  No matter's, it's what came to mind when I saw it.

  Need to get around Skyrim more.

  No matter's, it's what came to mind when I saw it.

  Need to get around Skyrim more.