The GOLDEN DRAGON. Tyrs Tavern Monthly. First Edition.

[LeslieWest_GuitarGod]

Here's the first edition of The GOLDEN DRAGON, Tyrs Tavern Monthly. In the debut edition, a well dressed bard weaves the tale of the very beginnings Tyrs Paladium, a nine year old casual guild here on Ghallanda.

I hope you enjoy reading. Feel free to leave comments and let us know what you think We dedicate this edition to two forefathers of modern gaming, Gary Gygax and Dave Arneson. Rise those MUGS folks!!

[Sanjinn]

The news letter looks outstanding! Very nice job creating it!

[Jumonis]

Sometimes anyone would think that drow are the bad guys (Persons?)... just because lloth made a little bit of a land grab and people go and get all protective.. its not as if drow have any history of being anything but benevolent rulers. You certainly dont hear any of the non drow in our cities complaining.

On the plus side Tyrs did see the light and now many drow walk the decks of their hallowed home, slowly converting those lesser races (and some talking ale barrels?) into the wisdom of our ways.

[LeslieWest_GuitarGod]

Sometimes anyone would think that drow are the bad guys (Persons?)... just because lloth made a little bit of a land grab and people go and get all protective.. its not as if drow have any history of being anything but benevolent rulers. You certainly dont hear any of the non drow in our cities complaining.

On the plus side Tyrs did see the light and now many drow walk the decks of their hallowed home, slowly converting those lesser races (and some talking ale barrels?) into the wisdom of our ways.

LOL!! Nothing evens a race like an axe to the kneecaps!!

We sure did see the light but I can also say that sometimes anyone would think that the dwarves are the drunkest guys (and gals). I cannot deny overhearing one say that "One sip plus the barrel equals a good night out (of his mind)"... and "Guard your life, guard your gold, guard your beard. In that order. " And Yes they've been caught in the Tyrs Tavern after hours more than once chasing the bottom of the barrels...But I digress!!

Then I found some bards singing outside the tavern one rainy night... calling the pudgy overtly satiated ones the "Children of the Smith"...

Children of the Smith

The old rhymes
They‘re on my mind

We‘re one tribe
We share our memories
Clear and bright
We walk as one
Our lines are bound together
We share fate
We share one fate
We share fate

Voices calling, I‘m the one
A glorious vision
What may come

Now let our axes sing an anthem
The glory of all dwarves

Protector of the free lands
We redeem our mission
We‘re brothers, one by one
Divine Smith‘s valiant sons
By Vraccas
It‘s our destiny

We are the chosen
We are the children
We are forged in fire
And made of stone

We are the guardians of the realm
From the beginning till the end
We will praise the Divine
Who will last till eternity

Forged in fire we were born
We‘re made of stone
By Old father‘s hand
Gave life to us, and more
Then from father to son
He made us dwarves
The guardians of the lands
Still we carry on
Stand side by side
We will defeat the fiercest enemy

We are the chosen
We are the children
We are forged in fire and made of stone
We are the guardians of the realm
From the beginning till the end
We will praise the Divine
He will last till eternity

We are the chosen
We are the children
We are forged in fire and made of stone
We are the guardians of the realm
From the beginning till the end
We will praise the Divine
The old smith
We‘ll be thine

We are the chosen
We are the chosen ones
We are the children

We‘re the children
We are born to be
The guardians of the realm

We‘re the children
We are born to be
The eternal guardians of the land