Crime Pays

Bear Beauty
Bare Beauty of a bear

Tempo Timone’s song

Bear Beauty

The beauty of a bear not everyone can see
Still such beauty lay bare is perfect for me
You are not ugly or unattractive in sight
The strength of a bear is your warden’s might

Your not equipped like a queen
Maiden etiquette you’ve never seen
The words I have can’t truly say
I wouldn’t want you any other way

Your style is rugged and your leather is quite torn
It’s only your origin not the genetics from being born
You are attractive in the light and lovely at night
Still you were raised not at a table but in the middle of a fight

You are quiet during conferences, discussions don’t your keep interest
You would much rather hunt and gather keeping only of the best
We enjoy your company and you are of the greatest assets
Diplomacy however is not one of those great facets

However you move, however you fight
I will be there, following your light
You gaurd the group, silent and stoic
You’re a fellow follower of the heroic

Your not equipped like a queen
Maiden etiquette you’ve never seen
The words I have can’t truly say
I wouldn’t want you any other way

I wish to heal you with the power of my song
I will do what I can until I do something wrong
I will help you with warnings and advice
Don’t think me demanding, I’m trying to be nice

Pickers can’t be choosers
However I’m not with the losers
I’ve won the jackpot if I can spend time with you
You may not be lovely to others, but I see what’s true

Your not equipped like a queen
Maiden etiquette you’ve never seen
The words I have can’t truly say
I wouldn’t want you any other way

Your beauty however has been under attack
Been stabbed, shot, burned, grabbed, and hurt
You have been flanked and attacked from the back
How can I return the favor for staying so alert

Let me be concise I have a tendency to elaborate
You have been scarred and that mad man took your ear
So you took your axe and with a swift strike to decapitate
Now what songs can I sing to help you hear

You don’t need the good looks that you possess
To have me at your very whim
You don’t need the strength you have nonetheless
Your figure is fit and trim

Skin like steel but hot enough to make me melt
You make me feel something I’ve never felt
I look at all the damage that you have dealt
I wonder at how you protect us with a figure so svelte

Yes you aren’t well composed and aren’t rich with the written word
You can say the wrong thing and sometimes sound absurd
You are off putting to some from the wild rough exterior
That is just because nobles aren’t used to that beastly behavior

You were raised in the wild not at the hands of royalty
Still an honest girl like you is worth more to me in loyalty
I’ve had my share of uptown princesses who think they’re hot
Of all those pompous madams with their composure and decor
They don’t have what you’ve got

Your not equipped like a queen
Maiden etiquette you’ve never seen
The words I have can’t truly say
I wouldn’t want you any other way

Charisma is more than looks and body it is the power to be popular
However I am alluring, and handsome and gravitate all to this star
I have charisma and attraction which makes me the luckiest of bards
Still together, the beauty and the bear, we have songs and wards

Your not equipped like a queen
Maiden etiquette you’ve never seen
The words I have can’t truly say
I wouldn’t want you any other way

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Mindless Puppets

Tempo Timone’s song

Mindless Puppets

I woke up again in the middle of a battle
Being charged by mindless men
They were herding us like we were cattle
Illiana says I was passed out again

I regained by bearings and fired my bow
Illiana was upset that they were already being controlled
We are experts in a field but still we don’t know
Partuur, Keladry are adaptable, through this cake walk they strolled

These mindless puppets these hypnotized fools
Loss of all they were, now they are simple tools
Changed from a good person into a villainous man
Changed more than from a pixie or a woman

They fight for a reason that they don’t know
They serve a master that comes from below
They want to resist, but it is all amiss
They have no will, no skill, just a devil’s worklist

Mouse is super strong and brave
Carving his way through, making them behave
Illiana did her best with what she had
She was effective and skillful and made them mad

I was there being hit and confronted
Keladry had them all severely stunted
Partuur’s leadership lead us all to victory
The battlefield at the end was awfully gory

These mindless puppets these hypnotized fools
Loss of all they were, now they are simple tools
Changed from a good person into a villainous man
Changed more than from a pixie or a woman

They fight for a reason that they don’t know
They serve a master that comes from below
They want to resist, but it is all amiss
They have no will, no skill, just a devil’s worklist

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Polyphon
Tempo sees more than he knows

Tempo Timone’s song

Polyphon

Polyphon, your a giant formless mass speaking only in lies
Your so ugly with all those mouths, best for you to put on a disguise
Even among devils they all run from you, the slime ball
Not because your evil and smell, but because your unreliable

Your dukes are liars, phonies, cheaters, and prevaricators
Among tempters and those who lie you need a truthful mediator
You twist things around, you deceive those most smart
Still you try to attack the mind and keep away from the heart

Polyphon, Polyphon, all the things you’ve said and done
After you meet us seekers and singers of truth you’ll begone
You use to be a grand ally with the lord Anthraxus
Now we’re going to come in and kill you with our axes

You have your means and weapons of sorts
Still you have to go against Illiana’s retorts
We haven’t had a one on one of minds
You have many mouths and just as many behinds

We’ll kick you to the curb and turn you into goo
Oh, we’re too late, you’re a puddle of evil you
So many mouths, all speaking at the same moment
Still with so many lies none of them are coherent

Polyphon you are the lord of lies
Still you will suffer a swift demise
You deceive minds in search of power
All we’ve seen you do is make noise and cower

Your servants are mindless and are as weak as yourself
We will sort out our differences, pixie, dragonborn, human, and elf
We may seem to be scattered in our minds and seem like the perfect prey
Still we work with one body and one minds stronger together, so fear the fey

Polyphon, Polyphon, all the things you’ve said and done
After you meet us seekers and singers of truth you’ll begone
You use to be a grand ally with the lord Anthraxus
Now we’re going to come in and kill you with our axes

You have your means and weapons of sorts
Still you have to go against Illiana’s retorts
We haven’t had a one on one of minds
You have many mouths and just as many behinds

You feed upon the confident, those who think they know it all
Since I know that I know nothing I know that I can’t fall
You have no power over me, a bard drunk with ale
So when try to take hold you will always fail

The mind is wonderful, mystical, and deep
The way that a mind can dream when asleep
So what is the best you can do as a pile of goop
Against a strong willed strong minded group

Polyphon, Polyphon, all the things you’ve said and done
After you meet us seekers and singers of truth you’ll begone
You use to be a grand ally with the lord Anthraxus
Now we’re going to come in and kill you with our axes

You have your means and weapons of sorts
Still you have to go against Illiana’s retorts
We haven’t had a one on one of minds
You have many mouths and just as many behinds

Your great dukes are less than worthless
Great Volak is absolutely meaningless
Bane of spirituality when there are no gods
Makes false prophets already quite flawed

Great Andrealphus revered by bandits and thieves
Simply manipulating those who float along the leaves
They have no moral compass as they already succumb to greed
Manipulating their minds is simple, were you afraid to not succeed?

Great Eligos, there he goes, tempting the insane
His prey don’t know who they are and have no brain
Easy pickings for all the power he claims
Eligos, isn’t worth any of his false names

Great Forneus duke of all the traitors
They are already backstabbing haters
Worthy of the punishment that they get
Still Forneus is just Polyphon’s pet

These great dukes that lie about their power and position of worth
They promise joy, happiness, hope, being free of pain, full of mirth
Their victims are stereotypes of those with weak will and poor sight
I can feel these teams soul and we won’t lose this fight

Polyphon you will not win,
you will never cause us to sin
For we see your lies as what they are,
and you won’t get very far
With your shady charade
Against our pain parade
You will fall and die and suffer
Never been a group mentally tougher

Polyphon, Polyphon, poly olly molly,
he probably wants his dolly
Used to be known as a big bad
Polyphon, Polyphon, you will be sad

While I’ll be drinking over your open gaping maws
I’ll sing this song about fighting your lies with our laws
Mentally stable our will is stronger than your slander
Me singing encouragement and Partuur our wise commander

Polyphon, Polyphon, all the things you’ve said and done
After you meet us seekers and singers of truth you’ll begone
You use to be a grand ally with the lord Anthraxus
Now we’re going to come in and kill you with our axes

You have your means and weapons of sorts
Still you have to go against Illiana’s retorts
We haven’t had a one on one of minds
You have many mouths and just as many behinds

yeah yeah, Polyphon, Poliphon,
Yeah yeah, Polyphawn, Polypan,
Yeah yeah, Polyphan, Polliphone,
Yeah yeahm, Polyfan, Polyfawn,

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Fearful Infestation
The vision from Tempo before becoming bloodied

Tempo Timone’s song

Fearful Infestation

I’m surrounded by shadows and fear
I want to wash the taste out with beer
Still I am alone surrounded with myself
I need help, brother, or Keladry the elf

I can’t stop thinking I want to sing or bark
Still I hear it all, I see it all, silent in the dark
I am infected but not with an illness
I am infiltrated all in my stillness

This fearful infestation, this fearful infiltration
I feel assaulted and insulted and full of dread
My mind is my own and I mind what’s mine is fine
I don’t take well to people looking at my private mine

The others saw something different,
yet they didn’t try to see the truth
I saw the thought that we were irrelevant
What we did only disguised our youth

Partuur has lived and fought in a war
Still he has suffered already before
He has seen first hand the corruption
The fear that brings you to temptation

The damage taken was not from the pain
It was from your mind slowly going insane
The horrors screamed, they tried to drown me
It was all in my head, no escape, it found me

This fearful infestation, this fearful infiltration
I feel assaulted and insulted and full of dread
My mind is my own and I mind what’s mine is fine
I don’t take well to people looking at my private mine

This thing has crossed a line, so that means that it is going to die
If someone else starts in on the horror they will go see the spirit in the sky
Yes that is a threat, and I bet, that no one will come after me
For when they do, they will find, that they will die definitely

I can’t speak about the fears of any other
but the greatest fear I have is of the demise of my brother
I have been everywhere across this nation
Still my brother lives after a journey to that final destination

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Icky, Sickly, Sticky, Tricky
Description of the spawn of eww

Tempo Timone’s song

Icky Sickly Sticky Tricky

It talked only to Partuur trying to make him doubt
It whispers in your head with the intensity of a shout
Partuur didn’t care at all of what it was talking about
A giant puddle of goo is something we can do without

A spawn of something, it was all evil inside
It was disgusting and it didn’t even try to hide
It came full out in force and it died of course
Still we only had a hint of the power of its source

It is
Icky Sickly Sticky Tricky and it is full of fail
Icky Sickly Sticky Tricky and it won’t prevail
Icky Sickly Sticky Tricky hypnotized a crowd
Icky Sickly Sticky Tricky I sang really loud

It was not a large struggle, to face the slush
It didn’t even have a face it was a puddle of mush
It bubbled and it threw a portion of itself in a glob
Me and Partuur filled it with arrows that overgrown blob

I like to think we are invincible and it had no effect on us
Still it was quite a punch it threw and a strong force upon us
It this was the minion, and only the spawn of a master
Then when we come across Polyphon we’ll deal with that disaster

We won’t back down no matter what deception
We’ll greet it warmly, with a welcoming reception
I know we’re strong, and that thing was weak
We have yet to find Ardwen whom we still seek

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Palace of Fortuity
Where you can steal from the Upper Class

Tempo Timone’s song

Palace of Fortuity

Palace of Fortuity gilded with gems and gold
A gambling den of the upper class and the bold
The higher the stakes the less you want to fold
Patrons rarely leave with all that there is to behold

Take a chance, roll of the dice
A little money is always nice
Yet they take your money, soul, your time
With such a high price it’s a brilliant crime

Underground yet is freely advertised
Invisible except to those who are surprised
The lights, the action, the activity inside
Deal out another hand, like the ebbing tide

You know the look, you have read the word
You hear the stories and you have heard
The despair the broke those down and dumb
Pulling out an ace and moving out of the slum

I see the liars, beggars, thieves, and the thugs
The nobles with money and those addicted to drugs
Those with cash who need a little more
Those who think life is just a bore

Looking for excitement looking for a thrill
This is danger that is ready to kill
Rob you of all you are and all you have
You run out of money and you become a slave

The Palace of Fortuity, where the house always wins
The palace of debauchery full of hidden sins
Those with regrets those with painful memories
They all go to the palace of monetary ceremonies

I see living creatures, all losing their lives
They take all their weapons, spells and knives
Nothing here to attack, nothing here to hurt
Yet they will take you of your back or shirt

A battle of fortune and luck
Come away a king or a schmuck
Come away rich if you have pluck
If you leave in debt you are certainly stuck

I was walking around Athiisar on a drunken wander
I took a quick gander and from what I’ve heard of slander
I saw it from afar, and I just had to enter and walk in
Their I saw it, it was all true, and I was glad I left my kin

The compulsive, the obsessive, the kleptomaniac
They would all go insane or have a heart attack
My brother would fit in perfectly with these crooks
Stealing money from nobles and cooking the books

A fancier place I have yet to find
Still the gold and treasure blows my mind
I thought we were filthy rich, and we had lots of loot
The decadence of this castle makes our stock look cute

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Apprentice Stevie Bowie
Another Bard

Tempo Timone’s song

Apprentice Stevie Bowie

There’s a bad little boy
His name was Stevie Bowie
He committed crimes
and he did them real showy
When the guards caught up with his crime
Stevie Bowie got locked up and did his time

Stevie Bowie learned tricks and trades from jail
How to stab another and how to avoid being impaled
Yet beyond the aggressive and combat tactics
Stevie Bowie learned how to bang and beat with sticks

Stevie Bowie that hard rocker never learned how to quit
He pounds out rhythms and he looks like he’s throwing a fit
He pounds out rhythms and he screams out his song
He rocks so hard that he can’t do it wrong

Stevie Bowie rocking down town Athiisar,
Everyone comes around near and far
He’s loud, crazed, furious, and his music is enjoyed
You can hear his song throughout the town there is no way to avoid

His song is loud, fast, and rough
His voice is scratchy and his fists are tough
His songs don’t always rhyme it is the feeling that matters
He uses steel drums sticks and still they shatter

Stevie Bowie rocking down town Athiisar,
Everyone comes around near and far
He’s loud, crazed, furious, and his music is enjoyed
You can hear his song throughout the town there is no way to avoid

Some call him the best but he knows he is second
He gave me a note and a meeting he beckoned
He wanted to learn music, not just how to rhythmically scream
So I have me an apprentice and together we steal the scene

He came to me because he wanted money
He wanted fame, and had no desire to be a phony
So he came on a small horse commonly known as a pony
Found that beloved bard Tempo Timone

Stevie Bowie rocking down town Athiisar,
Everyone comes around near and far
He’s loud, crazed, furious, and his music is enjoyed
You can hear his song throughout the town there is no way to avoid

He casts down pain, and lightning from the sky
The god’s if they weren’t cut off would begin to cry
When me, my brother, and Stevie sing together
Cut from the same cloth, we’re birds of the feather

Stevie Bowie rocking down town Athiisar,
Everyone comes around near and far
He’s loud, crazed, furious, and his music is enjoyed
You can hear his song throughout the town there is no way to avoid

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Buck UP!
Tell everyone a story or tell no one

Tempo Timone’s song

Buck Up

In a battle I’m locked down and confronted
I keep on trying to use my Greatbow
Stuck up close I’m marked and assaulted
He keeps on hitting me and I know

I need Partuur I need to hear his tale of heroes
They didn’t give up, they worked through all throws
These heroes of old they kept on in their fight
I had heard Partuur tell these fables to allies within sight

I called out for Partuur, for the help that was needed
He could see I was injured and his heal certainly succeeded
Still it wasn’t what I thought, I would rather drink from my cup
I expected a tale of history and glory, all I heard was Buck Up

Buck Up, and Suck it up
Keep on moving and sober up
Your not worth it, to tell a tale
You’re just a bard that doesn’t wear mail

Partuur you might be in a rush but don’t give me that tough love
I know what you can do, I want more, it isn’t enough
I can tell you care, and you are right there
So why treat me differently it isn’t fair

I got through vanquishing the foe that kept me on guard
I shot carefully striking the foe, he will never forget this bard
Still after we fought in such a heroic battle, I had still one thought
Partuur thank you for the help but I still have not forgot

You told others tales of heroes of old
You made Toshiro renewed and bold
You gave mouse strength and power to go on
Still the saga you told me was there and gone

Buck Up, and Suck it up
Keep on moving, sober up
Your not worth it to tell a tale
You are so weak, and you are so frail

Partuur you might be in a rush but don’t give me that tough love
I know what you can do, I want more, it isn’t enough
I can tell you care, and you are right there
So why treat me differently it isn’t fair

He responded plain and simple as he could be
He didn’t want me to be hurt but he knew me
He didn’t want me turning his tale into another song
My response was simple I asked him what was wrong

Turning a tale of old heroics into just another poem
Hurts its authenticity and desecrated its honor at home
I don’t mind healing you and giving you my attention
Still the things you do and the things you say hurts the reputation

I understand, I will honor them with my words
I will bring them back into fashion and back into light
Out from those dusty books and those dark libraries
That way all can hear a tale of heroes and their fight

A song is good and it is a powerful thing
It makes others hear and makes them sing
So let me sing a tale or two let them be heard
If it is worth hearing, let it be heard from a bard

Don’t just say

Buck up, and Suck it up
Keep on moving, sober up
I don’t want to tell you a tale,
You’ll change the truth because of your ale

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The Bag Of Not Holding
It only holds hunger

Tempo Timone’s song

Bag of Not Holding

Grab and bag, and an alive undead head
Something mindless and hungry like a ghoul unfed
Have some documents that you need destroyed
Place it in the bag not holding the devouring void

The bag of not holding, the bag of not holding
Ghouls never listen to correction or scolding
So let them keep eating, the things you’re defeating
Keep identification of corpses from ever completing.

We kill someone and we don’t want it known
Just give it the bag of gnashing teeth and groans
It won’t stop eating and it’s already dead
It is the useful application for a decapitated ghoul’s head

The bag of not holding, the bag of not holding
Ghouls never listen to correction or scolding
So let them keep eating, the things you’re defeating
Keep identification of corpses from ever completing.

Some people say it’s barbaric, some people say that it’s gross
Some people say we throw it away, some people say we put it in a pose
Some people say its disgusting and needs to be put out of its misery
Some people say that it makes good decorations for a nursery

So what do you do with a decapitated ghoul’s head
Either put it to use or put it to bed
Waste not, want not, use it up and wear it out
So what if it is most common to scream and shout

When life gives you lemons you make lemonade
When life gives you a ghoul’s head don’t be dismayed
There’s a use for everything, says our pixie mage
Let’s put a ghoul’s head in a bag, it will be all the rage

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World At the Bottom of my cup
What Tempo saw

Tempo Timone’s song

World at the Bottom of my Cup

Looking at the world through the bottom of my cup
Tip it over to see what’s up
Drink all the liquid have it flow into me
Then let me tell you what I see

I see ghouls, simple creatures their already dead
My brother took his garrote and took off a head
Still Mouse came smashing and Keladry stayed at mark
I mumbled my words and shouted oh hark!

These ghouls of shame should have been easily defeated
Still the battle raged on as our attack we repeated
We missed more than hit, and that wasn’t just it,
it took us so long before we could finally sit

The shame was that it should have been over before it began
The fact that we kept on keeping on and Mouse was the man
Toshiro dealt damage, killing off two or three
and I was in a corner until I woke up to see

These ghouls of shame that were already dead
Should not have taken so long to take of their heads
We were just waiting for our short rest
Still this battle was not our best

Still we all made it, with hardly a scratch
These ghouls were not an even match
We stuck them down and we cleared the hall
We worked well together when we did at all

I sing about beauty I write about truth
I sing about vodka, saki, and vermouth
I sing about a tale, that I saw in a mystic vision
I sing about ale and my greatbow precision

I’ll sing to you again, after I sleep
I’ll sing about my visions so deep
They drift around like they are real
Yet they awake in the slumbers I steal

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