Quest's End

"Pray hark! To brave Sir Baldrin’s tale Who traveled far to mountain vale, To slay an ogre, fiend or drake And meet his ‘Lady of the Lake’ Dismounting now, Sir Baldrin strode Further still up mountain road, From nook and cranny, hungry eyes Did stare, then widen in surprise And thus it was that Ogre foul Stepped out, and gave a fearsome growl: “I’ll grind yer bones to make my bread” The Knight replied “I’ll have your head!” Sir Baldrin charged, with greatsword raised His downward stroke the Ogre grazed, The monster’s club came arching down, And landed hard on Baldrin’s crown There came a grisly snapping sound The Knight was pitched unto the ground, But here Baldrin’s tale does not end, What awaits our Brettoni friend? His guts were gobbled then and there The rest dragged back to Ogre’s lair Sir Baldrin’s heart, so stout and true Took pride of place in wholesome stew His legs were chewed, his fingers grilled His lungs with Garlic butter filled Bones were snapped and marrow bled Then powdered into Ogre bread Chain-mail fitted Ogre’s arm (Tho not with Baldrin’s dandy charm,) His great sword, once a weapon dire Spitted meat on open fire His icon—thrown into the hearth His breastplate—now a goblyn’s bath His blanket—used to stuff a hole His skull—a hollow drinking bowl And so then this Brettonian’s fate Was met upon an Ogre Plate Let ye be warned: when eastward bound Pray take some friends, let ye be found"

- Quest's End—parody of a Brett onian folk story. Popular throughout the Empire, it is sung to the tune of Carroburg Fayre

Source

 * : Warhammer Fantasy RPG 2nd ED -- Old World Bestiary
 * : pg. 48

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