Becklin turned to face the crowd and dinged a fork against her stein to get attention. Tonight we celebrate the life of Ispin Greenshield in the manner he asked for. Good friends take your turns telling us a story of how you met Ispin, and eat drink and be merry for a good hangover as he required.
The gnome found himself rushing from the docks back to the Brass Crab for his last-minute preparations. It was nice to enjoy the water (the sight and the smell), but Ispin's memorial was not an occasion to be missed. Perhaps he arrived a little late, enough time to grab a plate and a mild drink (a pint of a refreshing summer ale called 'Sailor's Shandy Shanty' a local brew the wharf hands might enjoy).
He enjoyed the music and the reverie as he tasted just enough of everything. The breads were scrumptious, the meats delicious, the cheese was tasty, and the produced prepared in a variety of ways all paired lovely with the drink. The gnome had just returned to his seat when Becklin called forth for stories of the recently departed. Salty climbed upon a chair to give his friend as proper of an honor as he could. He cleared his throat, took a breath, and began.
"Ispin was as loyal a friend as any could have, I will retell the tale we had when we were lads. Of a place far from here, but dear to my heart, One of this world, yet across the sea still a part. Off to the West, it might be hard to find, Do you know what I speak of, oh Nevermind! It is here that I met the man of the hour, Tall as he was, over us he did tower. But his mind held great knowledge he readily shared, and in a time of need, it was as if we were paired. A force had come to cause harm to all, The enemy great, and we were so small. But numbers alone do not make for conquest, We developed a plan, that led to success. Of inventions and contraptions, with everyone's hands, We all worked together to secure the lands. From pit traps and fire breaks, to ambushes with bushes, From armored spear balls, that looked like pincushions, Some designs of mine own were included in those battles, But the glory of victory goes to Ispin, astride and in saddle. The goblin force he met head-on at the last, And charged to the front, for a most deadly pass. Single-handedly with no effort he slayed their leader, And the force was routed; they departed the theater. I learned much from Ispin, a great friend was he. TO ISPIN I SAY, MAY AT REST YOU NOW BE!
The tinker raises his glass at the last, toasting his friend with the group. As the crowd settles down, he places the small music-box (finely carved and inlaid with silver) he has been working on and opens the lid. A silent image of Ispin is seen, shortly after a cascade of fireworks volley forth and light up the sky, confined to the appropriate space without cause for harm or destruction. The box closes on its own as Salty returns to his seat, tears of joy well up in his eyes at the memories of his friend.
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Becklin turned to face the crowd and dinged a fork against her stein to get attention. Tonight we celebrate the life of Ispin Greenshield in the manner he asked for. Good friends take your turns telling us a story of how you met Ispin, and eat drink and be merry for a good hangover as he required.
Salty
The gnome found himself rushing from the docks back to the Brass Crab for his last-minute preparations. It was nice to enjoy the water (the sight and the smell), but Ispin's memorial was not an occasion to be missed. Perhaps he arrived a little late, enough time to grab a plate and a mild drink (a pint of a refreshing summer ale called 'Sailor's Shandy Shanty' a local brew the wharf hands might enjoy).
He enjoyed the music and the reverie as he tasted just enough of everything. The breads were scrumptious, the meats delicious, the cheese was tasty, and the produced prepared in a variety of ways all paired lovely with the drink. The gnome had just returned to his seat when Becklin called forth for stories of the recently departed. Salty climbed upon a chair to give his friend as proper of an honor as he could. He cleared his throat, took a breath, and began.
"Ispin was as loyal a friend as any could have,
I will retell the tale we had when we were lads.
Of a place far from here, but dear to my heart,
One of this world, yet across the sea still a part.
Off to the West, it might be hard to find,
Do you know what I speak of, oh Nevermind!
It is here that I met the man of the hour,
Tall as he was, over us he did tower.
But his mind held great knowledge he readily shared,
and in a time of need, it was as if we were paired.
A force had come to cause harm to all,
The enemy great, and we were so small.
But numbers alone do not make for conquest,
We developed a plan, that led to success.
Of inventions and contraptions, with everyone's hands,
We all worked together to secure the lands.
From pit traps and fire breaks, to ambushes with bushes,
From armored spear balls, that looked like pincushions,
Some designs of mine own were included in those battles,
But the glory of victory goes to Ispin, astride and in saddle.
The goblin force he met head-on at the last,
And charged to the front, for a most deadly pass.
Single-handedly with no effort he slayed their leader,
And the force was routed; they departed the theater.
I learned much from Ispin, a great friend was he.
TO ISPIN I SAY, MAY AT REST YOU NOW BE!
The tinker raises his glass at the last, toasting his friend with the group. As the crowd settles down, he places the small music-box (finely carved and inlaid with silver) he has been working on and opens the lid. A silent image of Ispin is seen, shortly after a cascade of fireworks volley forth and light up the sky, confined to the appropriate space without cause for harm or destruction. The box closes on its own as Salty returns to his seat, tears of joy well up in his eyes at the memories of his friend.
Becklin with tears in her eyes says Thank you Salty that was well said.