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| − | <div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:17px;color:#b59a61;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px;border-bottom:1px dashed;"><font color="#737373">'''"Jancis Pie-Bane"'''</font></div>
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| − | Written as an entry for the "Herald's Challenge" at the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=12926&pid=203956#pid203956|First Annual Flame Festival], the ballad was designed to tell the tale of a single competitor and their victory within the area of their choice. Odette's subject of choice was that of [[Jancis Milburga]], winner of the Pie-Eating Competition. Contestants were given only a short time to prepare, and spoke their grandiose tales shortly after. The entry was awarded ''third place''.<br><br>
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| − | <spoiler>The beast was tall, tall as could be,<br>
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| − | Pan to mound, taller than a tree!<br>
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| − | Scales baked brown like the darkest crust,<br>
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| − | It needed be slain, ‘twas a must!<br>
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| − | And so came eight with quickened pace,<br>
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| − | Men and women, marching in haste.<br>
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| − | Drawing cutters, and knives, and claw,<br>
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| − | Hence thrown themselves at pastry maw.<br>
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| − | Valiant in battle, each fell,<br>
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| − | Save the brunette who fought through hell,<br>
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| − | Here’s her tale, Jancis Milburga,<br>
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| − | This day she battled with fervor!<br>
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| − | Eight cried out “Lettuce carrot home victory!"<br>
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| − | And the eight were raddished contradictory.<br>
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| − | Only one warrior leeked through the green fight,<br>
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| − | Who turnips after all? Jancis, all pie’s blight!<br>
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| − | First projectiles shade of berries,<br>
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| − | Flung along with reddest of cherries,<br>
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| − | Dip and weave, our heroine ducked,<br>
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| − | Another was from battle plucked.<br>
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| − | Their numbers dwindled one by one,<br>
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| − | Beneath heat of sweltering sun,<br>
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| − | None matched the woman's tolerance,<br>
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| − | The cheering crowd her audience.<br>
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| − | CHORUS REPEAT<br>
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| − | Weapon aside, the beauty launched!<br>
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| − | Teeth and claws pierced succulent haunch.<br>
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| − | Flurried bites rendered beast helpless,<br>
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| − | Jan Pie-Bane; moves smooth as velvet.<br>
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| − | She bit through butterberry tart,<br>
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| − | Each strike precise, a work of art.<br>
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| − | "With Nophica’s gift upon me!”<br>
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| − | “I have a flawless victory!”<br>
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| − | Only one warrior leeked through the green fight<br>
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| − | Who turnips after all? Jancis, all pie’s blight!<br>
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| − | <div style="padding:0px 15px; font-size:17px;color:#b59a61;text-decoration:none;border-bottom:1px;border-bottom:1px dashed;"><font color="#737373">'''"Autumn Stars"'''</font></div>
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| − | An artistic gathering of creative minds in the gardens of Old Gridania, the Celebration of Autumn stars welcomed in the start of the Fall months during which time the lands of Eorzea would find themselves richly accented by orange and brown in preparation for the winter months. Hosted by [[Nathan Telluride]], it was the last of the public performances of that type to offer awards based on audience vote. Odette's written song of the same name won her ''second place''. What many don't know is the song itself was loosely based on the loss of her 'first love'.<br><br>
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| − | <spoiler>The moon was bright on Mhigan sands,<br>
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| − | The pale globe brought the tide,<br>
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| − | The cold green water's greedy hands,<br>
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| − | They clutched shore far and wide.<br>
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| − | There stood a man put out to sea,<br>
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| − | He told his love, 'My dear,<br>
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| − | When I’m gone, will you wait for me?<br>
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| − | I’ll come by end of year.’<br>
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| − | ‘I will wait for you until the ice grows hot,<br>
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| − | Until the autumn sun grows cold,<br>
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| − | Until the high cliffs of Theuearl rot<br>
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| − | And lagoons of Rothlyt mould.’<br>
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| − | The warrior boarded his ship,<br>
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| − | Sails sheeted far from home,<br>
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| − | The water gurgled at it's lip,<br>
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| − | And whitened into foam.<br>
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| − | Moons passed by, but ‘twas no more word,<br>
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| − | Came from that roving soul,<br>
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| − | No welcomed words were overheard,<br>
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| − | Nor letter on writ scroll.<br>
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| − | CHORUS:<br>
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| − | ‘I will wait for you until the ice grows hot,<br>
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| − | Until the autumn sun grows cold,<br>
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| − | Until the high cliffs of Theuearl rot<br>
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| − | And lagoons of Rothlyt mould.’<br>
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| − | The seventh year men gave up hope,<br>
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| − | And swore that he was dead.<br>
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| − | They had the bell tolled thrice by rope,<br>
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| − | The burial words read.<br>
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| − | Then it was that the winds set cold,<br>
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| − | And danced from the south-east,<br>
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| − | The great salt water running bold,<br>
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| − | Lost lover’s eyes did weep.<br>
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| − | CHORUS:<br>
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| − | ‘I will wait for you until the ice grows hot,<br>
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| − | Until the autumn sun grows cold,<br>
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| − | Until the high cliffs of Theuearl rot<br>
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| − | And lagoons of Rothlyt mould.’<br>
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| − | Gently did the cold wind blow on silken cheek,<br>
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| − | Lingering scent of tobacco cigars,<br>
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| − | Caressed whisper scattered damp streak,<br>
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| − | Became thus the Autumn stars....<br>
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| − | In the chilly embrace of the Coerthas frost, performers were asked to create and prepare a 3-8 minute speech, song or story, based upon their interpretations and expressions upon the theme "The First Snows." Odette turned to cherished memories of her past and what little she could remember of celebrations pertaining to [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=14329&pid=229985#pid229985| Winter's Knell] and the outskirts of Ala Mhigo. A dual performance of vocals and violin, audience participation was well received and had many clapping along in time.<br><br>
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| − | <spoiler>Down from the north the winds did blow,<br>
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| − | Over the peaks to bring with them snow.<br>
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| − | '''At the top of the mount in Winter's Knell,<br>
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| − | '''Spread were the tables - oh!<br>
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| − | '''Filled were the tankards - ho!<br>
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| − | '''Stoked was the fire when first flake fell.'''<br>
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| − | When first flake fell, then several more,<br>
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| − | Slain was the chicken, slain was the boar!<br>
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| − | '''[CHORUS REPEAT]'''<br>
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| − | Feast piled high and wide as eye could see,<br>
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| − | Man, woman and child unbridled; carefree! <br>
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| − | From the head of the table victory crowed,<br>
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| − | Tales of deeds and great battles did flow.<br>
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| − | '''[CHORUS REPEAT]'''<br>
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| − | Filled to brim with meal, mead and song,<br>
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| − | So ended feast with slumber three-eve long.<br>
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| − | At the top of the mount in Winter's Knell,<br>
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| − | Spread were the tables - oh!<br>
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| − | Filled were the tankards - ho!<br>
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| − | Stoked was the fire when first flake fell.<br>
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| − | At the top of the mount in Winter's Knell,<br>
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| − | Stoked was the fire when first flake fell.<br>
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