Fey day, in its own way, is a time for celebration. It has its traditions, little quirks, a feywild congregation. But traditions as with all things, have to start some place; a child's rhyme, lost to time, leaving not a trace. The fey, I fear, are simple things just like a worm in Mud; the origins of all Fey Days begin and end with blood.
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Before tonight’s performance, please allow me to extend our deepest thanks to patron of the arts; Andrew Coleman. Your support will help us to keep the fire burning through this long harsh winter and we need all the help we can get!
Tonight, we reflect upon things that were said, things that were not said and perhaps, some assumptions that were made.
They say that when you make an assumption, you make an ass of you and mption.
Yes, I’m not really sure of the meaning behind that one is either.
Though, if we apply this statement to the actions of the Scales of justice; It’s quite possible that Baldur’s Gate was turned into one gigantic ass.
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With each passing day, our company grew stranger
To my dismay, our lives filled with danger
Each turn in the street, another plot twist
Each person we meet, another near miss
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Erbak couldn’t make it for this episode and I forgot that so his intro is in there anyway but he’s not in the episode AHHH already late! Oh well; Enjoy the show!
I’m late! I’m late! But it’s here now and that’s what counts, right?
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I could tell you in depth what happened next
but to do so would be a task
As though the house seemed plain,
Behind each door closed
each room was gone
and changed forever more.
We spent what seemed like hours
Opening doors and checking traps
But there we were in a wizards home
Stuck with a demon, acting like a cat
We went in circles, round and round
It seemed a never ending maze
But then an exit, we finally found
Then after that, all was changed
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Welcome listeners! One and all
I greet you here in our humble home
To tell the tale of Justice’s fall
A tale, I regret, is all my own.
I wish tonight, I could simply
sing, perform or play
To treat you dearly
will have to wait, another day
for tonight, our tale takes darker turns
as the scales of justice future burns
A monstrous creature, without sight
is how we start our tale this night
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So there we were at the whims of a child,
seeking secrets of wizards all the while,
the clock moved onwards and with each passing day,
our mission of truth slipped further away
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I once spoke with a rogue who said timing was key
when you take things of value as though they were free
That advice, i’m afraid, came two years too late
As Tobe screwed up, serving us on a plate
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After their first night in the big city of Baldur’s Gate comes to an unfortunate end, our heroes take their respite where they can find it and begin their investigations after the dawn of a new day
Thanks for waiting so patiently! We’re back from hiatus and have lots of great content coming your way.
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Pride, they say, comes before a fall
and those who have the most to lose
are oft the most prideful of all
So too it was true
for our heroes brave
Who having survived dragons and caves
Thought themselves free of dangerous foe
So what came next, was a mighty blow.
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