Whistler

I know that many of you…or some of you…(one of you?) has been wondering where the heck I’ve been. Well, I heard the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VMSGrY-IlU
and thought that it would serve as a good venue to explain where I’ve been—so here’s my song
“The Bard who hasn’t returned,” (aka “Why Halflings should avoid the Higher Vortex.”)

Let me tell you the story
Of a Bard name of Whistler
On a tragic and fateful day
He put a fly pill in his pocket,
Blew a kiss to Kylor,
Went to fly on the Vortex breeze way.

Whistler swallowed down his pill
At the Skull top spire,
On his way through the higher vortex plane
But on arrival the demon told him,
"One more fly pill."
Whistler couldn’t get off of that Plane!

Chorus:
Did he ever return?
No he’s not yet returned,
And his fate remains unlearn'd (Poor ol’ Whistler)
He may ride forever
'tween the strands of matter,
He's the Bard who hasn’t returned.

Now all night long
Whistler’s blown through the Higher Vortex
Saying, “Is this a deleted Zone?
Crying
How can I get back to Loan
Cadee my flute of bone
Or ever find my way home?"

Cordir flies up
To the Inter-plane membrane
Every day at quarter past two
And with a twist of fate,
She throws Whistler a fried fish
As the plane just blows him right through.

Still the wind blows on
The poor buffeted and battered Halfling,
Whistler looks around and sighs:
"Well, I'm sore and disgusted
And I'm absolutely busted;
I hope this isn’t my last long ride."

Now you citizens of Midgard,
Don't you think it's a scandal
That the people fail to sing their praise?
Hail Nash and his Phantom,
Or they might destroy you,
and GET ME OFF OF THIS PLANE!

Chorus:
Or else I'll never return,
No I might not return
And my fate will be unlearned (poor ol’ Whistler)
I may ride forever
'Tween the strands of Matter
I’m the bard (Who's the bard?)
He's the bard who hasn’t returned.
I’m the bard (Oh, the bard)
He's the bard that hasn’t returned.
I’m the bard who hasn’t returned.

Yet.