Story of Calypso
Cedric & the Tent
Training of Vinal
Rathkeale
Gypsy Reverie
Aeston's Advice
Ubi Sunt
Winter Nights
Not to Yield
Rhiassan Anthem
Sir Cedric
Battle of Rhiassa
Blood and Beer
Red and the Black
Why I Fight
Why I Eventhold
Practice
Mentoring Part 1
Mentoring Part 2
Mentoring Part 3
On Squireship
Becoming a Squire

 

 


Song for the Knighting of Sir Cedric

As Sung (poorly) By Lord Duncan
Adaptation by Stephen Johnson
To the tune of "Old Virginia" by Cordelia's Dad

Once I lived in Old Rhiassa.
The land of Crestview was my home.
There I squired to a noble King.
He taught me all I know.

His hair was greying and his eyes did sparkle,
But when they came we weren't prepared.
The Drow, they left our lands in ruin.
Not a single life was spared.

Now when I'm awake, I'm a-dreaming about it,
And when I sleep, I take no rest,
For every moment seems like an hour,
What a pain lies in my breast.

Oh must I run from Old Rhiassa,
Or for it's sake, must I die?
Oh must I go, sad, broken-hearted?
Who knows where my paths lie?

Now as the gentle night is a-falling,
Down upon Chimeron,
Arise, Sir Knight, fresh from your squiring,
The time for war shall come.