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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
"Herool’s Prowl" is a song/poem recited by many Zhunite children. It
relates to the story of Herool, a huge fabled Seawyrm which had the
ability to talk telepathically to his victims before luring them into
his trap. In the tale he would lure swimming children to a hidden
place with promises of treasure, and would devour them. It is supposed
to teach children the importance of suspicion and to forget your own
greed. It is also, more blatantly, a warning of the children to avoid
the dangers of the coast, Seawyrm or otherwise...

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
This song is well known throughout Santharia.
It is said to have its origin at the end of the Second Sarvonian War
when a bard was drawn into the warfare. Rumours go,
that not few soldiers tired of killing and getting killed deserted after this
song spread among the common troops.The lyrics were made by Talia Sturmwind,
Gean Firefeet made the instrumental version of this ballad.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
The ballad of the "Siege of
Bardavos" recounts the battle for the city of artists, which in former
time was called "Thaehavos". It tells of the elves attacking the city
and of the woe and sorrow it caused. The lyrics were made by Bard
Judith, Gean Firefeet made the instrumental version of this ballad.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
Imagine... early morning, a misty valley. A young Brownie sneaks out of bed
and starts enjoying himself with a few lengths of wood, attracting the
attention of some of his peers. Within a few moments, the whole tribe is
awakened and the play of the young ones is 'legalised' when the elders are
playing along. Everbody starts finding possibilities to express themselves
within the possibilities of a Brownie valley. Then, suddenly, the sun breaks
through the mists.
From a tribal dance, we enter some rain forest kind of sound, which hails
the dawning day. In the background you still hear the echoes of the
Brownies, but the main melody tries to capture the sheer joy of the moment
when you are simply enchanted by nature's beauty.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
Music has always been regarded
as an integral part of culture, for humans, elves,
dwarves, orcs and hobbits alike. However, few races have
absorbed music as seamlessly into their culture as the
Eyelians have. While music is typically used as an auditory form of
entertainment, Eyelian music is sometimes visual (as
is the case in the Menhov-Hekona "Beast-Tongue" songs), and it has often been
used for practical uses, namely communication involving drums. Nearly every
young Eyelian has grown up with a drum or flute in
hand, and learning the songs of the Eyelian people
is a task begun at the youngest ages. These songs are often sung at major
ceremonies (the three rites of the Eyelians come to
mind), or after a particulalry bountiful harvest or hunting trip. In essence,
Eyelians will sing and play for many occasions - be
it a somber funeral, or a joyous birthday.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
The Eyelians ("Ey'ylians", also called
"Tamers") represent a human
tribe of southern Sarvonia, whose
oldest ancestors lived in a land to the west of Sarvonia where
they were persecuted because of their belief that the Gods
used Great Spirits found in common nature to speak to the people. They fled the
land with very little resources and finally settled at the fertile regions
around the Wind Bay, the mouth of the Thaehelvil River and the
current New-Santhala.
Through the course of time the Eyelian Kingdom has formed here.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
"Dusk is Here" is a traditional Santharian peasant lullaby, common
especially in the northern parts of the United Kingdom of Santharia.
Whether sung or just played with instruments, this gentle piece rarely
fails to rock the little ones to sleep. This version is the
instrumental one.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
"Dusk is Here" is a traditional Santharian peasant lullaby, common
especially in the northern parts of the United Kingdom of Santharia.
Whether sung or just played with instruments, this gentle piece rarely
fails to rock the little ones to sleep. This version is sung by Wren.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
Keep Mistrash is a fortified
castle, positioned low on the western slopes of the Mithral Mountains in the Santharian province of
Manthria. It is the seat of the Markgravens of the Mithral Marches and
houses nearly one hundred people in the winter months. The Keep itself is an
imposing ten stories high at its tallest tower, and from a distance looks as if
it is carved out of the rock of the mountain.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
Griffin's Marl is a huge, majestic mountain in the
southern part of the Santharian province of Manthria, harbouring castle
Thunderclaim on its back. From the castle you have a wonderful over the
Tolonion Heath to the North, the Yanthian Gulf to the East with the proud
town of Klinsor and in the South your eyes wander over the sheer endless
Sharadon Forests, home of the Maeverhim elves... 
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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
The Nightshade Carnival is a
travelling group of weirdling entertainers drawn from all over the Santharian kingdom and from many races;
most are courtesy members of the Black
Butterfly Rover clan, noted for accepting all and any applicants to its
peculiar 'family' community. Their train of show-wagons and dwelling caravans
ranges from massive to humble, depending upon the touring season and the
performers who have signed on for that season's area, but it always,
unmistakably, bears the same dark and mysterious aura: tarnished spangles and
tattered banners - a little fear and a little fantasy, magic and mystery, the
peculiar and the talented, the academically intriguing and the frankly
outre.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
Located just below the whaling town of Klinsor, Lynlith
and Vicrem frame the Mead of Lynlith. They are known as wool towns: Lynlith
raises and shears the rough-haired goats and sheep, while Vicrem cleans,
cards, and spins the resultant fleeces. This piece of flute music is
dedicated to the shepherds at the Mead of Lynlith who oversee the vast
fields with their grazing animals and to the weavers of the nearby Vicrem,
who make the finest clothes out of the fleeces of the sheep of Lynlith.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
In the far west of Manthria, a few strals outside the city walls of
Ravenport, lies Shneerin, a farming community essential to the grain
production of the surrounding area and beyond. The only building not
completely made of wood - it's even partly constructed out of
Griffin's Marble - is the Broken Wing, townhall, tavern and general
gathering place.
In the evening, farmers from the nearby fields gather in the common
room. If they're lucky, among the passing travelers are a few bards
willing to perform, but more often than not a few of the local lads
will grab their home-made instruments. Simple flutes, a crude harp and
some sort of drum or other percussion instrument will usually complete
the set. Listen how they begin an elegant dance, passing the melody
from one flutist to another, finally culminating in a rhythmic quick
form, with the crowd demanding an extra round at the end, speeding up
the musicians with their clapping.

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AN ORIGINAL
SANTHARIAN SONG
This particular song, ‘We heard what she said (but we knew what she
meant)’ is one of those drinking songs which has been turned, as so many
of them are, into a game which invariably leads to the players drinking
themselves into unconsciousness. As is usual, each player takes a turn in
singing a verse, and is penalised for forgetting or repeating a verse,
usually by having to slug his drink in one, or take a drink from whatever
concoction is placed before him. After each verse, the group give a hearty
rendition of the chorus before the game moves on to the next player. The
last player to pass out is deemed the winner.
As is common with these songs, dozens of new verses have been created and
added over the years, until it becomes almost impossible to learn the
whole song by heart. What I present to you here are the verses most
commonly encountered, along with a smattering of newer lyrics which earned
their inclusion by the fact of their very suggestiveness. Perhaps readers
could be encouraged and inspired to create new verses of their own?

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