Post by DM Hellequin on Mar 29, 2011 5:01:11 GMT -5
A fiery haired, green eyed woman begins singing a lament, mournful and woe filled, at random intervals throughout the passing day. She sings it in common, chondathan, illuskan and damaran, changing words when needed to fit the haunting melody. Regardless of the language, "Sato" is always sung as "Sato".
She does this in various places around Orlbar, Random spots by the waters edge, by the main gate, out under the tree near the goat farmers. She has no instrument, only her voice, passionate expression and a swaying willow like dance convey the melody which she evinces with a seemingly heartfelt sorrow.
Despite that she walks away from each performance with a pleasant enough demeanor.
She sings:
"Fell swoop did fall,
And shattered bones,
We're cleft in twain,
By fists alone.
Woe, Woe, unto we!
Small, we lived.
Small, we died.
Woe, Woe, unto we!
Goblins all,
Broken all.
He came like fire,
Without the flame,
Tusks of hate
Fangs of fate.
Woe, Woe, unto we!
Small we lived.
Small we died.
Woe, Woe, unto we!
Goblins All.
Broken All.
Shattered as such fragile things,
None could stand,
Against the wrath
Sato did bring to darkholme.
Woe, Woe, unto we!
Small we lived.
Small we died.
Woe, Woe, unto we!
Sato has unmade,
Sato has unmade."