Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160307171958

"Ah, quite a beauttiful song. I have one in tune too, as Jericho Volkin prepares his own tale.. Inspiration comes just from gazing upon you folk!" He exclaimed.

Abello cleared his throat, as he looked at everyone from left to right and sang a verse on what he saw and what he had learned from them. It sounded awfully mocking from time to time, but it looked alot like he was simply joking and having a good time.

Katla, oh Katla,

A verse for thee,

young and sturdy,

as anyone can see,

on her face a fearful glare,

and surely anyone can agree,

a look paired with fiery red hair,

is sure to put up quite a scare!

The verses were short and plain, as was usual if he had to improvise something. Next up, he turned to the Brass knight.

The brass knight,

hails from the elven race,

on his enemies' heels surely a blight,

but be wary for a chase,

under his helmet an awful sight

once you see his face!

Abello grinned under his helmet as he turned to Fyr, clearly not having enough.

Another moody and silent fellow,

Strange is he, very!

does not quite bellow,

neither is he merry.

And then we turn to Aelwin!

Poor sickly hawksly,

another expression so very dim!

perhaps you need some brandy?

As the knight was clearly running out of things to rhyme with, he stopped right there. "Well, that's all I can come up with unfortunately. But do not cheer - the rest will get their own later, I bet!" He cried as he chuckled almost simultaneously, clearly amused.