NaNoWriMo 2013 #3
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heroicrecordsAt this point in time I'm going to need to give general content warnings for things pirates do liek rape, village, kill, and so on. But this Canto is especially heinous in the violence and rape categories, so you might want to look away now.
sorry about that
Current Wordcount: 6010/50000
CANTO II – WHISPERS ON THE BROTHEL HALLS
If ye would deign to give me a minute to breathe
And put my lips and lungs back at ease
I've spoken now for nearly an hour
And my words be running nearly out of power
Give me a bit to drink from the draught
And at once I shall return to my wordly craft
If ye coin to spare you should drink with me
Raise up your glasses and take in this brief reprieve
And if you'd stay a while yet to come
My story is absolutely nowhere near done
The patrons here will treat us full of food and of beer
There will be dancing and music and festive cheer
Order a dinner or several and fill up your gut
Pour it all down your gullet with greatness and glut
The day is still young and the fun won't start til eve
Until there ye have no reason for ye to leave
So listen to more of my tale if you would
It is one not told often so you really really should
Though speaking of night I have a place for you to go
That is yer the certain kind of folk who enjoys cavorting with whores
It is a place hallowed and respected all through
In these men and these women ye will find nobody more true
They sell of their bodies but they make more than the mayor
In the economy here ye will find no stronger a player
There is no such thing as shame or regret inside of their beds
There is only joy and release to be found in the legs that they spread
Be ye looking for a lad or a lass they judge not what ye like
They just want to show you a good warm long night
But if ye are not looking to romp or to play
There are other things from them for which you can pay
Dinner and singing and dancing til dawn
Til all of yer energy is spent and yer coins are all gone
It is a fun and charming little place by the sea
And was once the favorite of Captain Cecily
Oh do not look at me like that with eyes aglaze
Do not look at me with such a judgmental gaze
If ye thought I was just shilling some strumpets or tramps
Or a streetwalker looking for a good time sailor under a lamp
Then ye not know me well; as much as I would rather go there tonight
I have my pride and my job as a bard to set you up right
With the tales of our town and our history rich
I am not one to put that aside for a cheap old sales pitch
The place sells itself and if ye go there later you will see
Bloodstains left on the walls from fights with Captain Cecily
Some part of that ghoulish old siren took on her father's old will
And in her icy cold veins ran through a mighty desire to kill
Her favorite of targets were the harlots that worked with the stars
And if they were lucky to live they'd be covered in sharp old scars
When Captain Cecily had her way with the women
Nobody could stop her no matter how many men
You sent at her to slay her, she fought harder than all
And upon the brothel she did spill their brains and blood on the wall
Those are quite hard to spot up and cover in paint
So left forever as a mark of her ghostly old taint
Are those disgusting old globs of men's heads dashed like fruit
Caught on the wrong end of Captain Cecily's boots
No matter what papers or ads or what they put up
They would slowly turn red, on old blood they did sup
Back when she did reign it was a reminder to all
Not to mess with Captain Cecily in any old hall
Nowadays though they take those stains with a certain old pride
They now exist as a tourist attraction taken in stride
For a reason not known beyond being of a lineage vile
She saw these floozies on corners the least worthwhile
Of any human or mortal they were hers to defile
And defile she would them all of the while
In ways you nor I would wish to do to a lad or a lass
But she was not right in the head as we know, alas
They right pissed her off and she saw them as scum
To their charms and their wiles she would never succumb
She would only harm the women too and left the men instead
To rot with their pockets emptied and missing their head
Her lust existed only for other women in a way we don't condone
'Tis fine if yer gay but leave someone's brain matter alone
We know not if she got it from her father of her blue siren's blood
We just know she liked to pick on brothels and drag molls through the mud
'Twas for a while the most dangerous of professions
To be the target of Captain Cecily's murderous obsessions
Some were not quite so bright and took it as a dare
To see if they could stop her or tempt her on their lives they did swear
Armed with guns and knives in their garters and bras
They would defend the front lines of the red light in a deadly lewd brawl
None survived and their attempts both stupid and brave
Sending themselves far too young into an early stone grave
They would go out in groups and try to ply her to orgy or bender
Seduce her with stories of wealth and of sensual splendor
Once distracted they would arm themselves and surround the Captain offguard
Taunting her and spitting and her way they had barred
It was not the wisest of moves for a siren is slick
And a siren can move through crowds and waves most quick
She would use her scales to protect her from cuts and from guns
She would shield herself and use her body against them as she runs
Until she had place to draw out her Berserker and her Fang
And down the hookers did go with a slice and a bang
That brothel by the waves was known as the Seaman's Rapture
But overnight it would change to the Captain's Ol' Capture
Next to it she built a small port and parked The Blind Whore
To let the girls know they were just that and nothing all more
Once the stars shone down she would begin her killings
And into the ocean she would toss down her spillings
Like a sick offering to to the god of the sea
Threw battered whore's bodies did Captain Cecily
Raped and tortured and cut up and used
Delighting forever in her disgusting abuse
Decapitated and gutted and hung from the rafters
She would make sure women knew her strength forever on after
They came to pity the men that she desired not a bit
Their deaths at least quicker with an easy throat slit
And once the fogs would roll in and with a tide
The only thing they could see were her eyes
Glowing gold all the night
Giving the girls quite a fright
It would be the last thing they would see
Before they died was the face of Captain Cecily
It was all she could do to find herself relief
Albeit one unsatisfying and brief
Was to use them and dump them off into the tides
The ocean now stained with the crimson gore of a thousand young brides
Was she sated ever is something we will not know
We just know she had particulars for shameless young whores
A damn shame I should say not sharing with us or her crew
She kept them all to herself to kill and to screw
No matter how many young lasses traveled to our shore
If they worked the night then they died in Cape Korre
When one is half demon and born of the sea
You have no chance of defeating the cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
Their bodies are made in ways we cannot divine
Stronger and meaner and harder than my body or thine
No mortal gun nor sword no mage would be enough
To put up or match with Captain Cecily's gruff
They'd have to call in more then humans or dwarves
They'd have to call in more than orcs or elves
To study old magicks ones no longer have spoke
To see if that is what to knock her out took
To revive the old forging methods to mete out a sword
To combat the woman killing off all of our whores
But that is a tale for another time I will rattle off soon
Another tale of her might for me to belt out and croon
If you want later we can drop by the house of sin
That inside lay a legacy of Captain Cecily's doing
Ye need not drop your trou and patron anyone inside
I am just doing my job as yer bard and yer guide
Though if you need me to wait out by the door for an hour or two
I would be happy to so long as you tip me for waiting out what ye will do
Ah do not look at me like that again I do say
I am just looking for an honest day's pay
But back to our tale it is what you came for today
And on with this show I ever do say
When the folk of this town got fed up with her kills
Once they were done with her seeking cheap thrills
And offing the women that just wanted an honest tip like me
They tried to come up with a plan to oust Captain Cecily
They would have to send for a mage far away
A mage that would need to sail over for days
And wait for them to arrive with great haste
To off the one on the harbor with intentions not chaste
They pooled their coin that they had saved and hid
And put in a letter and payment as their first great bid
And off on a boat they sent the messenger to them in the night
When Captain Cecily was busy giving the hookers a fright
So she would not eye them and see their escape
Away from the shore and away from the Cape
Away from Korre they did ride through lightning and thunder
Sneaking by boats that would do them but plunder
To an island not far off from the edge of Ivorhala's realm
Sat a tower immense over the shore overwhelm
And inside they would find
A mage old and not so kind
But in them still lay a glimmer of hope
They had no other choice, the end of their rope
Was the payment enough? I shall soon tell you
In the next part of our story I will recite in a few
A tale of magicks returning to the bloodied old shore
Of our mighty old battered town of old Cape Korre
And we shall continue to tell to thee
The ribald bloodied story of cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
sorry about that
Current Wordcount: 6010/50000
CANTO II – WHISPERS ON THE BROTHEL HALLS
If ye would deign to give me a minute to breathe
And put my lips and lungs back at ease
I've spoken now for nearly an hour
And my words be running nearly out of power
Give me a bit to drink from the draught
And at once I shall return to my wordly craft
If ye coin to spare you should drink with me
Raise up your glasses and take in this brief reprieve
And if you'd stay a while yet to come
My story is absolutely nowhere near done
The patrons here will treat us full of food and of beer
There will be dancing and music and festive cheer
Order a dinner or several and fill up your gut
Pour it all down your gullet with greatness and glut
The day is still young and the fun won't start til eve
Until there ye have no reason for ye to leave
So listen to more of my tale if you would
It is one not told often so you really really should
Though speaking of night I have a place for you to go
That is yer the certain kind of folk who enjoys cavorting with whores
It is a place hallowed and respected all through
In these men and these women ye will find nobody more true
They sell of their bodies but they make more than the mayor
In the economy here ye will find no stronger a player
There is no such thing as shame or regret inside of their beds
There is only joy and release to be found in the legs that they spread
Be ye looking for a lad or a lass they judge not what ye like
They just want to show you a good warm long night
But if ye are not looking to romp or to play
There are other things from them for which you can pay
Dinner and singing and dancing til dawn
Til all of yer energy is spent and yer coins are all gone
It is a fun and charming little place by the sea
And was once the favorite of Captain Cecily
Oh do not look at me like that with eyes aglaze
Do not look at me with such a judgmental gaze
If ye thought I was just shilling some strumpets or tramps
Or a streetwalker looking for a good time sailor under a lamp
Then ye not know me well; as much as I would rather go there tonight
I have my pride and my job as a bard to set you up right
With the tales of our town and our history rich
I am not one to put that aside for a cheap old sales pitch
The place sells itself and if ye go there later you will see
Bloodstains left on the walls from fights with Captain Cecily
Some part of that ghoulish old siren took on her father's old will
And in her icy cold veins ran through a mighty desire to kill
Her favorite of targets were the harlots that worked with the stars
And if they were lucky to live they'd be covered in sharp old scars
When Captain Cecily had her way with the women
Nobody could stop her no matter how many men
You sent at her to slay her, she fought harder than all
And upon the brothel she did spill their brains and blood on the wall
Those are quite hard to spot up and cover in paint
So left forever as a mark of her ghostly old taint
Are those disgusting old globs of men's heads dashed like fruit
Caught on the wrong end of Captain Cecily's boots
No matter what papers or ads or what they put up
They would slowly turn red, on old blood they did sup
Back when she did reign it was a reminder to all
Not to mess with Captain Cecily in any old hall
Nowadays though they take those stains with a certain old pride
They now exist as a tourist attraction taken in stride
For a reason not known beyond being of a lineage vile
She saw these floozies on corners the least worthwhile
Of any human or mortal they were hers to defile
And defile she would them all of the while
In ways you nor I would wish to do to a lad or a lass
But she was not right in the head as we know, alas
They right pissed her off and she saw them as scum
To their charms and their wiles she would never succumb
She would only harm the women too and left the men instead
To rot with their pockets emptied and missing their head
Her lust existed only for other women in a way we don't condone
'Tis fine if yer gay but leave someone's brain matter alone
We know not if she got it from her father of her blue siren's blood
We just know she liked to pick on brothels and drag molls through the mud
'Twas for a while the most dangerous of professions
To be the target of Captain Cecily's murderous obsessions
Some were not quite so bright and took it as a dare
To see if they could stop her or tempt her on their lives they did swear
Armed with guns and knives in their garters and bras
They would defend the front lines of the red light in a deadly lewd brawl
None survived and their attempts both stupid and brave
Sending themselves far too young into an early stone grave
They would go out in groups and try to ply her to orgy or bender
Seduce her with stories of wealth and of sensual splendor
Once distracted they would arm themselves and surround the Captain offguard
Taunting her and spitting and her way they had barred
It was not the wisest of moves for a siren is slick
And a siren can move through crowds and waves most quick
She would use her scales to protect her from cuts and from guns
She would shield herself and use her body against them as she runs
Until she had place to draw out her Berserker and her Fang
And down the hookers did go with a slice and a bang
That brothel by the waves was known as the Seaman's Rapture
But overnight it would change to the Captain's Ol' Capture
Next to it she built a small port and parked The Blind Whore
To let the girls know they were just that and nothing all more
Once the stars shone down she would begin her killings
And into the ocean she would toss down her spillings
Like a sick offering to to the god of the sea
Threw battered whore's bodies did Captain Cecily
Raped and tortured and cut up and used
Delighting forever in her disgusting abuse
Decapitated and gutted and hung from the rafters
She would make sure women knew her strength forever on after
They came to pity the men that she desired not a bit
Their deaths at least quicker with an easy throat slit
And once the fogs would roll in and with a tide
The only thing they could see were her eyes
Glowing gold all the night
Giving the girls quite a fright
It would be the last thing they would see
Before they died was the face of Captain Cecily
It was all she could do to find herself relief
Albeit one unsatisfying and brief
Was to use them and dump them off into the tides
The ocean now stained with the crimson gore of a thousand young brides
Was she sated ever is something we will not know
We just know she had particulars for shameless young whores
A damn shame I should say not sharing with us or her crew
She kept them all to herself to kill and to screw
No matter how many young lasses traveled to our shore
If they worked the night then they died in Cape Korre
When one is half demon and born of the sea
You have no chance of defeating the cavalier corsair Captain Cecily
Their bodies are made in ways we cannot divine
Stronger and meaner and harder than my body or thine
No mortal gun nor sword no mage would be enough
To put up or match with Captain Cecily's gruff
They'd have to call in more then humans or dwarves
They'd have to call in more than orcs or elves
To study old magicks ones no longer have spoke
To see if that is what to knock her out took
To revive the old forging methods to mete out a sword
To combat the woman killing off all of our whores
But that is a tale for another time I will rattle off soon
Another tale of her might for me to belt out and croon
If you want later we can drop by the house of sin
That inside lay a legacy of Captain Cecily's doing
Ye need not drop your trou and patron anyone inside
I am just doing my job as yer bard and yer guide
Though if you need me to wait out by the door for an hour or two
I would be happy to so long as you tip me for waiting out what ye will do
Ah do not look at me like that again I do say
I am just looking for an honest day's pay
But back to our tale it is what you came for today
And on with this show I ever do say
When the folk of this town got fed up with her kills
Once they were done with her seeking cheap thrills
And offing the women that just wanted an honest tip like me
They tried to come up with a plan to oust Captain Cecily
They would have to send for a mage far away
A mage that would need to sail over for days
And wait for them to arrive with great haste
To off the one on the harbor with intentions not chaste
They pooled their coin that they had saved and hid
And put in a letter and payment as their first great bid
And off on a boat they sent the messenger to them in the night
When Captain Cecily was busy giving the hookers a fright
So she would not eye them and see their escape
Away from the shore and away from the Cape
Away from Korre they did ride through lightning and thunder
Sneaking by boats that would do them but plunder
To an island not far off from the edge of Ivorhala's realm
Sat a tower immense over the shore overwhelm
And inside they would find
A mage old and not so kind
But in them still lay a glimmer of hope
They had no other choice, the end of their rope
Was the payment enough? I shall soon tell you
In the next part of our story I will recite in a few
A tale of magicks returning to the bloodied old shore
Of our mighty old battered town of old Cape Korre
And we shall continue to tell to thee
The ribald bloodied story of cavalier corsair Captain Cecily