Whistler

Written for a bard review, but unable to find any reviewers, i finally ended up performing this today for what audience i could find-a solitary nexian.

The Book of Nash, a hymn

[the noviciate should use both a drum and bell of doom to signify tempo changes throughout the hymn]

Come one come all Hail the Lord,
Whose wrath on the world has poured,
Sing in one voice and one chord,
Praise Nash whom the world hath Gored.

There was a time before this time When Nash walked through the world-oh.
He broke his bread and drank his wine and slew ev-er-y foe-oh.
He learned all there was to be learned, he did all one could do-oh,
He learned then of the rarest prize and sought to make it his-oh.

Nash, he walked throughout the realm, searching for the scroll-oh.
He slew the Arch-mage on that quest, and took that mighty spell-oh.
The Greatest of the Great he Was, but greater still would be-oh;
When Nash the world by scroll would rend, The greatest God he'd be-oh.

Come one, come all, Hail the Lord,
He whom chose the world to scourge
He That the scroll of Nova tore,
Praise Nash Whom this world hath Forged.

Inspired by the artifact, he wrought and made his own-oh.
With magic ink, a book he wrote and to the scroll it bound-oh.
Inscribed within its pages he-- etched his very soul-oh,
Between the lines and in good time to serve him as a loophole.

The greatest of the mortals he, no longer more would be-oh,
For through his book and Nova scroll, apotheos he’d see-oh.
Within the book between his deeds, by blood and mystic weeds-oh,
Mighty Nash assured his task and all his wanton needs-oh.

Come one, come all, Hail the Lord,
Mighty Nash whom wanted more,
Whom into tome his soul did pour,
Praise Nash Whom that world would Gore.

He placed the scroll within his book, Then rent that cursed page-oh.
Then in the flash, the Lauded Nash regretted not his deed-oh.
All the world the scroll consumed and all the worlds beyond-oh,
And each and every thing within except the book that Nash wrote.

Thus when the spell completed, naught of any realm remained-oh,
Except the word and soul of Nash, bound within his tome-oh,
Which served to seed a universe, reborn and all renewed-oh,
Over which, the Great Lord Nash, Its Greatest god would be, Oh!

Come one, come all, Hail the Lord,
Nash, Whom Nothingness did Ford,
He in whom all things are moored,
Praise Nash Whom this world hath Forged.

Given time, the book did find, itself upon this realm-oh,
Its might and mystery revered, and Nash within revealed-oh
Through the Arch-lich Molo, and the Lord Phantom too-oh,
No less by the honored one, Sirak, Nash-son too-oh.

Now Nash’s work is nigh complete, he weighs each mortal deed-oh.
Some he rewards and some he damns according to his creed-oh.
So In accordance with his whim, What he wills will be-oh,
And that which his will has wrought, he shall also destroy-oh

Come one, come all, Hail the Lord,
Whose whisper is a Mighty Roar,
Nash, Whom cuts all mortal cord,
Praise Nash Whom this world shall Gore!

[The noviciate should here toll a bell of doom 3 times to signify the hymns end.]


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