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Gilya

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« on: January 24, 2008, 09:43:17 PM »
Well, since it says under the Ceredwin's Cauldron heding "Sit back, grab a tankard, and post your poetry and lore. "

A little background for the non-LOTRO gang:  Wayaway was a champ who joined our kin over Christmas break.  I was on vacation during that time (after Christmas, until after new year's) and it seemed like nearly every time I was on (and I put in some long hours), no matter what time of day - she was either on or logged on soon after I did.  Some of us were beginning to speculate that perhaps she was using a power-leveling outfit.  She was level 19 when she joined us and over the next few days (maybe 4 or 5, I don't think more than that) she leveled up to 41 - I don't think I have seen anyone level faster.  She told me she was from Canada and did not speak English well, so our conversations were very short and on her side a common response was "lol" so not sure if she understood what I said or not!  She has since left RBW...  I posted some screenshots in the LOTRO forum from a night she, Connore, and I were hunting in Angmar.

Anyway, when I first heard her name it reminded me of the song they used to sing while marching in Army Basic Training (see here for info and a version of it http://endtimepilgrim.org/yellowrib.htm   I am sure Connore and some others may be familiar with the tune.  Of course, once I thought of that, the darned tune was going through my head almost every time she was on...  So, without further ado, hmmm...  no title.  Perhaps "The Ballad of Wayaway" (certainly room for more verses or improvements.. .)


Upon her hips she strapped a pair of swords
She swung them in the nighttime, and she swung them every day
And when she spoke, it was with few words
I asked where she was from and she said way, way away

Wayaway, Wayaway
I asked where she was from and she said way, way away

I've never seen a warrior rise so quickly
From nineteen up to forty-one in only several days
To try to match her pace left me feeling sickly
That 24/7 lady champion Waywayay

Wayaway, Wayaway
That 24/7 lady champion Waywayay

I remember hunting Morrovals in Angmar
She was always quick to charge headlong into a fight
Didn't get the Mistress, though we did get pretty far
An errant arrow from Connore got us all killed that night

Wayaway, loved to fight
But an errant arrow from Connore got us all killed that night

Wayaway, Wayaway
I asked where she was from and she said way, way away

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« Reply #1 on: January 26, 2008, 04:40:05 AM »
[Dedicated to anyone who ever got munched trying to take a base back,
especially in Tabula Rasa.]
(With great HUGE apologies to Shel Silverstein)
(http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/shel_silverstein/poems/14820)

Bane In There
by Ivan Silvergun

There's a crapload of Bane
In our base, it's strange --
He likes it there 'cause he is deranged.
With his @ss on the wall
'cause he's taunting us all
And his big gun-go-boom
In the locker room,
He's nibbling the newbies,
He's munching the goats,
He's slurping the soda,
He's slitting our throats.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And I'd take back the flag
if I didn't have lag--
That goat-munching Bane
Please depart our terrain!
For the Watch
Ivan the Mad,
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« Reply #2 on: February 20, 2008, 03:42:54 AM »
Not necessarily, anything is welcome!
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