"Bertrand the Headless Crossbowman"
(To the tune of a rousing tavern ballad)
[Verse 1]
In the days of the Kobold Wars, when chaos ruled the land,
There strode a man of legend, with a crossbow in his hand.
Bertrand was his name, a mercenary true,
With eyes like burning embers and a skill no one outgrew.
[Pre-Chorus]
Through the ranks of the kobolds, his bolts flew sharp and fast,
His aim was true, his wrath was fierce—no foe could hope to last.
But jealous hearts can fester where the gold and blood are sown,
And Bertrand's fate was sealed one night by treachery alone.
[Chorus]
Oh, Bertrand the headless, his vengeance burns bright,
A ghost on the frontier, hunting through the night.
He’s a shadow, a whisper, a storm in the air,
If you took his head, beware, beware!
[Verse 2]
The bounty on his name was whispered far and wide,
And greed consumed his comrade with a flintlock by his side.
One shot rang out in the night, the mercenary fled,
But Bertrand’s ghost rose vengeful—death could not keep him dead.
[Pre-Chorus]
Through Craysilt’s misty valleys, to the Kobold Accord’s line,
He sought his treacherous killer, biding his time.
The Ranged Brigade remembered, the tales grew ever grim,
Of the spectral crossbowman whose wrath pursued him.
[Chorus]
Oh, Bertrand the headless, his vengeance burns bright,
A ghost on the frontier, hunting through the night.
He’s a shadow, a whisper, a storm in the air,
If you took his head, beware, beware!
[Bridge]
In Stilton-Head they found him, that flintlock-bearing knave,
Drunk and full of laughter, though his heart was none too brave.
The inn grew still as the candlelight died,
And Bertrand’s hollow laughter echoed from outside.
[Verse 3]
Through creaking doors he entered, with his crossbow drawn once more,
Though headless was his body, his presence chilled the floor.
“No grave can hold my anger, no death can stay my aim,
For the price you placed upon my life, I now return the same.”
[Chorus]
Oh, Bertrand the headless, his vengeance burns bright,
A ghost on the frontier, hunting through the night.
He’s a shadow, a whisper, a storm in the air,
If you took his head, beware, beware!
[Outro]
The flintlock man met justice, his head rolled to the ground,
And Bertrand vanished laughing, his peace at last now found.
But still the tales are whispered, where soldiers drink and dine,
Of Bertrand the headless, a ghost for all time.
[Chorus]
Oh, Bertrand the headless, his vengeance burns bright,
A ghost on the frontier, hunting through the night.
He’s a shadow, a whisper, a storm in the air,
If you took his head, beware, beware!
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