by Tamir Buchshtav
based on "Last of Barrett's Privateers" by Stan Rogers
It was evening down in Eightgate town
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A mission came from the priest of the sun,
To go to the scummiest part of town,
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God damn them all!
I was told we’d pick a box that a merchant holds
We’d swing no swords, cast no spells
Now I’m a lonely bard in a run down inn,
The last of the schlimazel team
The merchant, he showed us the box,
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The goods, he said, to us will pass,
For just 500 gold from us!
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Our warrior maid, she told him then
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“Why don’t you just give it away?
We know you’ll mug us on our way.
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We took the box and went away
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When on the alley just outside,
A bunch of thieves were want to hide,
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Our ranger he went up the wall,
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But then he fell just halfway up,
And landed on the priestess’ rump.
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The paladin raised hammer high,
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But he slipped on something best left unsaid,
And joined the ranger and the maid,
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And me? I jumped over the pile
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A perfect leap right to the fight,
Then the wall I stabbed with all my might
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We somehow won the dreadful fight
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We got the box to the temple’s gate,
But everyone heard of out fate!
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Tags: English, משחקי תפקידים