A song put together by Gan and his Chroniclers, sung to a rather familiar folk tune, and celebrating the action of a recent expedition aboard ship (and earning Gan 100 xp per level):
Just sit right back, and hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip.
It started in Cothon-Gadeed,
Aboard the Darkwing ship.
Upon the deck stood Durham tall,
And Telman, sodden drunk.
With garum, wine, and passengers
They made for Baldeshum.
The weather started getting rough,
The galley she was tossed!
If not for the fearless helmsman, Gan,
The Darkwing would be lost!
But the privateer made port on time,
The cargo turned much gold!
Repairs were made, and the crew rejoiced,
The hunt would soon turn bold!
With Bartholomew – a wizard fair,
And Heijo – hands most stained.
With Fa Min, Demitritus, and Lars
A din-din would be slain.
As Darkwing made the southern reef,
The ship, she was attacked.
Her hull was gnawed by giant crabs,
But her keel it would not crack!
Bart unleashed the arcane arts,
He turned some foes to crows.
As Lars jammed spears into their eyes
And squarely up their nose!
Eaters, muagh, and din-din large
Assailed this mighty crew.
But Durham, Telman, and the rest
Prevailed as heroes do!
The Darkwing headed home again,
East to Cothon-Gadeed.
And now she docks beside the Hanse,
All hail her mighty deeds!
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