- Pronouns
- He/Him
Blorbis83
Legend
Throughout Astrakhan, Storm's Landing, and the Verdant Valley, minstrels are sent to sing the following song.
The lyrics aren't very well-written seeming to be more of a nursery rhyme than a serious piece of music.
It is sung in a mix of the Asrakosian dialect and Common.
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Tassarion the Rat Puts on His Hat
Tassarion puts on his tall, feathered cap
And decided to round up his fellow mangy rats:
They defiled the City from the Duke through a dirty trap
But now reviled he finds he’s surrounded by hungry cats!
From behind, we’ll bite at his pinkish tail!
And from the walls we’ll pluck off his plumed hat!
Till the Great Rat flees the City and the Duke prevails!
At the Gate Tassarion will serve as the City doormat!
“Oh my! Oh me; I can’t believe it; I’m trapped!”
He’ll wail as he watches us from the wall
while his cheese-chasing soldiers get their necks snapped!
Then with shoulders hunched he’ll start to bawl!
When the sun sets the cats will sing their caterwaul
and tease their prey all through the night;
“We’ll chase your men until they’ve scattered- all
in a race to the trees, where we’ll finally have our fight!”
Come out and play Tassarion, join the rat race!
Put on your finely feathered cap! It’s time for the chase!
Open the gates, we’re coming in, so make some space!
Map Emmaway
OOC: I wanted to write something based off of "The Duce Puts on His Cap", a Greek Resistance song, but I didn't feel like making a great effort on making a quality adaptation, so here's some very bad poetry lmaoThe lyrics aren't very well-written seeming to be more of a nursery rhyme than a serious piece of music.
It is sung in a mix of the Asrakosian dialect and Common.
[LINK]
Tassarion the Rat Puts on His Hat
Tassarion puts on his tall, feathered cap
And decided to round up his fellow mangy rats:
They defiled the City from the Duke through a dirty trap
But now reviled he finds he’s surrounded by hungry cats!
From behind, we’ll bite at his pinkish tail!
And from the walls we’ll pluck off his plumed hat!
Till the Great Rat flees the City and the Duke prevails!
At the Gate Tassarion will serve as the City doormat!
“Oh my! Oh me; I can’t believe it; I’m trapped!”
He’ll wail as he watches us from the wall
while his cheese-chasing soldiers get their necks snapped!
Then with shoulders hunched he’ll start to bawl!
When the sun sets the cats will sing their caterwaul
and tease their prey all through the night;
“We’ll chase your men until they’ve scattered- all
in a race to the trees, where we’ll finally have our fight!”
Come out and play Tassarion, join the rat race!
Put on your finely feathered cap! It’s time for the chase!
Open the gates, we’re coming in, so make some space!
Map Emmaway