JK, Karl, Ferdinand, and the Orphan Rescue

[Fleur]

Here is a quick tale written in game. It was a spur of the moment scribble inspired by Jezzara's poem on the Bos and Azure's excellent improvised tale on the same subject.

I'm posting as it was told, with the full awareness that it poetically isn't great... but it recounts a bit of (fictional) DG history, based on previous roleplay by the fabulous Jimmy Kitten.


The orphans waited at the gate
With faces drawn in hunger and despair,
And every day the people passed,
Hurrying hither, thither, everywhere.

The warden of the orphanage --
A nasty man, it really must be said --
Lived fat and fine with the best food
And the plushest furs over his bed.

While orphans starved, their tiny frames
Were wracked by shivers every night.
The fires were dead, their lives were bleak,
In deepest winter was no light...

Until one day, a peasant passed
And saw the orphans at the gate.
Their noses pink, their eyes all red,
All lice ridden, dirty, such a state.

He paused, for he had raised three bairns
Who all had grown and left the home,
He was a kind man, devout though poor
And couldn't stand the orphans, all alone.

He didn't stop, but wandered on,
Their faces filling every thought
Until in town, he stopped and talked
So people listened, emotions wrought.

A certain Jimmy Kitten overheard,
Whose nimble fingers quickly stitched
A bunch of rat skin hats for sale
With 'orfans' sewn on each as black as pitch.

She patted the peasant's bos on the neck
And hung a pouch upon its horn
That tinkled full of shiny gold...
She'd sold the hats across Valorn.

The peasant, Karl, returned to home
After Ferdinand had scared the orphan man
By chasing him with sizeable horns
Until the coward turned and ran.

Karl took up the leather craft
And Jimmy's hats became a fashion MUST,
The orphans smile with warmth and food
Now Ferdinand in Fartown is petted and fussed.

Between the pouches and the hats
The orphans live in comfort now.
Let all of us remember this tale,
And when passing peasant and bos in Fartown... bow.