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Fius's Fables,
by Fius O'Gearr

## 2 Thieves

There once was a band of travelers.

They were hired to free a wizard captured by thieves.

5 of the thieves saw the travelers walking in the desert.

They attacked the travelers with clubs and knives and arrows.

The travelers were stronger.

Their blades and bombs and spears met the 5 thieves.

Of 5, 2 could breath.

2 were tied up, and brought to their knees.

Of 5 travelers, 1 spoke.

"We will each ask you a question." The 1st boomed.

The 1st traveler was a Goliath, giant-kin.

"If we like your responses, you may go."

The 2 sighed in relief.

"But if we don't..."

Relief cut short.

"I will break your legs and leave you to crawl the sands."

The 1st traveler then stepped forward.

"My question is of your patrol, when should we strike?"

The 1st thief spoke above the 2nd, "Lunch time."

The 2nd went pale.

"But we have a mage keep watch with his magicks."

The 1st traveler stepped back. The 2nd stepped forward.

"My question be of the mage. What be his kind and how old be his age?" The 2nd rhymed.

The 2nd was a gnome dressed in green.

The 1st thief paused, "I think an ice mage, I've seen him freeze a horse in its tracks."

The 2nd traveler stepped back, the 3rd stepped forward.

"My question is of their armaments, how many have gear like him?" The the 3rd jingled.

The 3rd, a bedazzled Kenku, pointed a talon at a 3rd thief, lying dead on the ground.

The 3rd thief was a halfling who wore armor that shined, and was the only thief with a bow.

"All of our others." The 2nd thief said.

The 3rd traveler stepped back. The 4th stepped forward.

"My question is of your hostage, where in your fort do you keep him?" The 4th softly asked.

The 4th was a human doctor, wrapped in bandages.

"The prison's above the kitchen and the key's in the pantry."

The 4th stepped back. The 5th stepped forward.

The 1st thief was almost free.

"My question is to you both."

Freedom dashed.

The 5th was a Lizardfolk priest. They led the 1st thief to a shrub, then the 2nd behind a tree.

"My question is of your numbers, how many are stationed at your fort?" The 5th traveler brought the 1st thief close.

The 1st whispered, "Twenty."

The 5th traveler went to the 2nd thief, and asked "How many man your fort?"

"6", the 2nd cried.

Of the 2 awake, 1 had lied. It was the 1st.

The 1st had money in the fort. The 2nd had nothing.

The 1st wanted his falrock, the 2nd wanted his life.

The 5th traveler stepped back. The 4th stepped forward. "And of your hostage?"

"The prisons below the bunks and the key's on the boss."

The 4th stepped back. The 3rd stepped forward. "And of your armaments?"

"Only the boss owns armor that shines."

The 3rd stepped back. The 2nd stepped forward. "And of your mage?"

"We have no mage."

The 2nd traveler stepped back. The 1st stepped forward. "And of your patrol?"

"Attack at night, we keep no watch."

The 1st traveler stepped back.

The 2 thieves were lined up.

The 1st was broken and left to burn in the heat of the desert.

The 2nd thief was welcomed by the 2nd traveler, who had need of an apprentice.

And of 2 thieves, 0 remained.

## Using Your Head

In Greyfort they called for aid

a firey wicked mermaid

we cut her down

we saved the town

and buried her with a spade

And there her treasure lied

We fought and nearly died

And In the last inning

A thief stole our winnings

Ran off while we sat and cried

They ran quick down a slope

Thank gods they were a dope

when ye fail with lead

Ye can just use yer head

And tie up the dunce with rope

A headbutt of beauty

We threw away the key

You might have the timing

Be so skilled at climbing

But lack creativity

## Turn the Crank

The ship she sank

Near the riverbanks

High apon the waves

There was no light

and the sharks did bite

High apon the waves

But we fought back

Gave the mast a smack

And stood our ship upright

The foes they fled

Not to see their end

On that treach'rous night

\_\_\_\_

Now we turn the crank for our brothers

We turn the crank and the organ pipe

Turn the crank for our mothers

Turn the crank for another fight

Patch the holes

And Mend the sails

Cause we'll be shippin' out soon

We turn the crank for our brothers

Work for those who met their doom

\_\_\_\_

Our nails are old

and our nights are cold

High apon the waves

So melt pots down

Bring wood in mounds

High apon the waves

Ye got old clothes?

Those'll patch some holes

And sail right off these banks

To tell of our friends

We'll not meet our end

That's why I turn the crank

\_\_\_\_

We turn the crank for our brothers

We turn the crank and the organ pipe

Turn the crank for our mothers

Turn the crank for another fight

Patch the holes

And Mend the sails

Cause we'll be shippin' out soon

We turn the crank for our brothers

Work for those who met their doom

\_\_\_\_

Find a pale

Not filled with ale

High apon the waves

Dig a hole

Where the pale will go

High apon the waves

Fill it with wood

Seal it nice and good

And over it start a fire

A couple of hours

and you'll see our po'er

Together we'll never tire

\_\_\_\_

We turn the crank for our brothers

We turn the crank and the organ pipe

Turn the crank for our mothers

Turn the crank for another fight

Patch the holes

And Mend the sails

Cause we'll be shippin' out soon

We turn the crank for our brothers

Work for those who met their doom

\_\_\_\_

Hammer in planks

Obey the ranks

High apon the waves

Cut your locks

and we'll braid up knots

High apon the waves

For those we lost

We'll not be tossed

We'll tell their tales some day

Hear my song

and we won't be long

So bury your weak dismay

\_\_\_\_

We turn the crank for our brothers

We turn the crank and the organ pipe

Turn the crank for our mothers

Turn the crank for another fight

Patch the holes

And Mend the sails

Cause we'll be shippin' out soon

We turn the crank for our brothers

Work for those who met their doom

\_\_\_\_

## A Song from the River Kingdoms

Your boots best be strapped,

tie up your ropes tight,

your water jugs full,

and your pack it be light.

Make farewells heard well,

yer last wills all known,

but na'er ye forget,

this old country home

For one day,

ye'll be round here again

This wont be

this famished fables end

From this valley they say you are going

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile

For with you you're taking the sunshine

That has brightened our pathway a while

The journey be long and the they nights be cold

And to us folk you look but a child

But by the next snow, yer heart it will show

Ye can even light up the wilds

Thers no tears to shed,

no holdin you back,

ye get goin now,

keep on the track

And when yer all gone,

horizon on high,

we'll all let it out,

we'll scream and we'll cry

So eat up the breads,

we packed ye right good,

Think some nights

o the ol back wood

From this valley they say you are going

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile

For with you you're taking the sunshine

That has brightened our pathway a while

The journey be long and the they nights be cold

And to us folk you look but a child

But by the next snow, yer heart it will show

Ye can even light up the wilds

And if ye be lost,

deep in the night

Look to the stars,

follow that lonely light

From this valley they say you are going

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile

For with you you're taking the sunshine

That has brightened our pathway a while

The journey be long and the they nights be cold

And to us folk you look but a child

But by the next snow, yer heart it will show

Ye can even light up the wilds

For the years, and months, the moons and the suns

We'll be starin the hilltop all day

And In some time, we pray that we'll find

Your blindingly brilliant display

Your boots will be worn, your ropes will be frayed

Your canteen as dry as the earth

But all in your pack you'll be bringing us back

That lantern for which we find worth

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