Collected Works: Song of the Day

Overview

Collected Works: Song of the Day is a Forsaken World lore series — bardic songs, daily-prayer hymns, and folk tradition collected from across Eyrda. The Song of the Day variant emphasizes daily-life lore: how races celebrate, mourn, and pass tradition. Atmospheric content for lore-curious players.

This article covers the in-world story content, lore beats, and player relevance.

Beginning

We were drinking at Charlie's tavern when some guys started picking on us. Of course, my hands were not where they should have been at that moment, but I assure you - thievery just became my profession. It all happened by itself.

Only after we got rid of them did I manage to examine the item. It was a tight scroll with strange words carved on it: "I placed the most valuable thing in the world in your grave, don't forget about me."

Do you know what I felt at that moment? I wanted to dig up my deceased uncle from the grave and kiss him for forcing me to learn the ancient language in which this phrase was written!

My friends and I gathered a team and set off to the underground tomb as directed by the scroll. There we encountered many unusual things: fire-breathing statues, corridors with poisonous gas, and reanimated corpses. After losing three companions, I reached the goal.

With trembling hands from excitement, I opened the carved chest and found a sheet of paper inside. Could it be a spell that will grant me omnipotence? Or a document for land ownership, making me the richest landowner in Velikodol? I slowly unfolded the sheet.

"Sue, I love you more than a wanderer in the desert craves water; I love you more than a lost lamb craves its mother's milk; I love you..." A love letter? So much effort for a love letter? Nonsense, you might say? Yes, nonsense, but it's true.

Teeth

"Another shopkeeper was killed!" - women on the street said as I headed to the dentist, - "The third murder where the victim's blood is completely drained!"

"Dead and dead," I thought, "I never bought anything from him."

Soon I arrived at the so-called hospital, which was actually a small tent. I usually trust doctors, though who knows what this mask hides.

"It's loose again," the doctor said, examining the tooth, "I told you not to bite so hard!"

"Bite?" I protested, "I only drank water!"

"Looks like this tooth will have to be replaced," he lamented, "It's no good anymore!"

It hurt a little, but the doctor managed quite quickly and inserted a good tooth. The next day, I woke up to find my friend the guard standing by my bed with his subordinates.

"Friend, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"There was a fourth murder last night," the guard said, "A weaponsmith was killed, blood drained, but this time a small fang was found at the scene!"

My friend looked at me strangely, and suddenly I realized that yesterday I had been given exactly the same sharp fang.

Treasure

I saw Nicholas with a very powerful weapon. For Nicholas, it was more valuable than life, he refused to sell it to anyone and kept it on the top shelf in the store.

Many were willing to pay a lot of money for it, but over time it was forgotten.

When Nicholas's son was about to go to war, he wanted to give the weapon to his son. But when the weapon was taken from the top shelf, it was all covered in rust.

Nothing in this world can withstand the passage of time.

Hare

The wolf met that hare again. He remembered waking up last night and smelling something disgusting - the hare was sitting on his head and urinating. It was a provocation, and he chased the hare to its burrow.

"I can eat you along with your whole family," thought the wolf.

He stuck his head into the burrow, from where the frightened squeaks of the hare's offspring came.

"Here I am!" said the wolf and without hesitation climbed inside, but in a moment realized he was firmly stuck.

The hare family sat outside watching as the wolf gradually stopped wagging its tail and slowly suffocated. The hares began to gather together - today they would feast on wolf meat. Such are the hares in Velikodol!

Day and Night

Day.

We are here in darkness and silence. Occasionally sounds come from above, sometimes sand falls or water drips. We communicate silently among ourselves. A strong mage can notice many waves in the air.

Night.

At night, the muffled voices of mages spread, the elements floating in the air enter our bodies at their command.

Already decomposed bodies regained life force.

As usual, I was the first to emerge from the ground. I inhaled fresh air without the smell of damp earth.

I looked at the mage who summoned me: not the same as last time. With a long thin finger, he pointed me in the direction of Free Haven.

In the night, our call rang out: "For the Legion of Storms."

Then we headed to the city of humans. Win or lose, but by day we must return, and in the evening we will be reborn again.

This is an endless cycle.

Philosopher

An observer from the void watched one man for many years. This man often communicated with people in the square. He spoke about life and death, morality, and stars.

The observer wondered why the man discussed such abstract topics.

Aren't people supposed to be interested in what is right in front of them?

The man was terribly upset by the misunderstanding and constantly pestered people with his questions. And one day, this led to tragedy.

The aristocrats hated him for not caring about reputation, the common people - for his incomprehensible speeches. He was sentenced to death.

Before the execution, the Observer appeared to him and said: "I can save you. Take you with me. There, they will listen to you with interest!"

He shook his head: "I must die. If I leave with you, all my speeches will be ridiculed by people!"

The Observer saw that a few years later, people still remembered him, some began to understand his words, more and more people studied his manner of speech.

They called his words "philosophy."

"People understand everything too slowly!" smiled the Observer and left our world.

Glorious Death

A huge dragon flew over our heads, spewing deadly flames. My face was covered in dust, I inhaled hot air, and my comrades fell dead.

The commander stood behind us, blood streaming down his forehead, but he did not stop shouting at us.

We mindlessly drew our bows and released arrows. The soldier to my left was pierced by a spear, and the fat man to my right was burned by a scorching beam.

We slowly retreated, and soon the once-reliable city wall was occupied by the enemy. I knew our death was near, but I really wanted to ask the commander what we were fighting for and why we couldn't retreat.

Hearing my question, the commander smiled: "We must cover the retreat of the aristocrats, isn't it clear? You will die, and they will carve your name on a stone slab!"

That was the last thing I heard before a sharp blade pierced me and took my life.

Letter

Early in the morning, when snowflakes were still slowly swirling in the air, Lady Elsa approached the mailbox, where letters lay neatly.

The first letter was a bank bill for this month's rent. The second was from Lady Elsa's relatives.

The third letter was packed in an envelope made of thick sheepskin. Lady Elsa sat in a rocking chair and began to read.

"Dear Elsa! I am writing you a letter in a cold tent, blown from all sides by an icy wind, but I am not cold at all.

Do you know why? Because I look at your portrait and think about you and our future child.

There is so much new and unusual around. Elsa, you can't imagine what soldiers we have in our army!

Take this Frangor named Laffer. He claims he was born from a stone. Can you imagine, Elsa, life can arise in a stone! There must be some advantages to this - his mother did not experience labor pains.

And I also met a dwarf named Pan. He barely reaches my navel in height but claims he is already a hundred years old, and this is considered youth among his people. Can you imagine, a hundred-year-old youth! And our child at that age will be a decrepit old man.

I also met an elf. Our grandparents told us that elves live in the forest, are excellent archers, and are very smart and beautiful. This elf's name is too long, I won't write it. Besides his beautiful appearance and arrogance, he possesses nothing else.

These are the three friends I met. Of course, the elf denies it, but he has covered our backs more than once. I think, in his soul, he has already acknowledged us.

The sergeant is shouting at the tent again, I need to go train. We will soon go to the battlefield. I love you."

Resurrection

In the middle of the cemetery stands a black tower, the home of the lord of the undead - the home of Sir Feller, the greatest mage. Besides ghosts from the magical union, no living person has been in this gloomy place. People feared Sir Feller.

One day, an elderly couple came to the house through the cemetery. For Sir Feller, this was something new, so he let them in. The old couple stood before Sir Feller in fear.

"You are lucky," said Feller, "I am curious about what made you come here."

"Great lord of the undead," the old couple said, falling to their knees, "You command the dead. We ask you to resurrect our child!"

"Resurrect the dead?" he pondered, "This is the realm of the gods, but... perhaps..."

"Will you help?" they exclaimed hopefully.

Sir Feller thought, pulled a vial of potion from his pocket, and, handing it to the old woman, said: "Pour this potion into your son. I don't know if he will come back to life. I don't know what might happen. This is a new potion, but you can test it at your own risk."

The old couple, without hesitation, took the potion. Under Sir Feller's watchful gaze, they left the tower filled with the breath of death.

That's all. You must be curious about how it all ended. I've heard different rumors. Think about which one is true.

First rumor. Sir Feller's potion worked, the dead child was resurrected, and their family lived happily.

Second rumor. The dead child was resurrected, but it was no longer human: the body was resurrected, but darkness remained in the soul.

Third rumor. The potion didn't work, and the parents buried their son in a beautiful valley.

Which rumor do you believe?

Blind Man

"Believe me, we will grant you unlimited power," preached the monk of the blind community in the square, "You will lose only useless sight, but you can gain a sixth sense, which is above all material things!"

John had passed through the square many times and had heard these words from the blind monk many times. Could eyes really hinder the attainment of wisdom?

This time John decided to go with the monk of the blind community and see their church.

The monk led John through the church, out of Free Haven, and stopped in front of a sewer manhole. The monk skillfully opened it and jumped inside. John was stunned. Could the blind community be in the sewers?

John's curiosity got the better of him, and he jumped in after.

The monk was waiting for him below, and John followed him in the darkness. His guide knew this place well, or perhaps he really had a sixth sense. After ten minutes, John finally saw the light, and before him stood a magnificent church.

"Enter," the monk said, pointing to the center, "I hope you will join us!"

His words seemed to have magical power, and John obeyed.

Step by step, as if walking to the altar, he entered the church. An enormous monster looked at him with many eyes.

The monster began to speak. John felt as if his brain was about to explode. Unable to control himself, he gouged out his eyes. Darkness immediately engulfed his mind and soul.

"Another blind monk is born!" his guide exclaimed joyfully.

FAQ

Q: Where to find? A: Tavern questgivers, bardic NPCs, and racial-festival event drops. Distributed across many zones.

Q: Player benefit? A: Bardic songs unlocked through this series can be performed at certain Tavern locations for small social bonuses (party morale buffs, faction reputation).

Q: Bard-class relevance? A: Bonus — Bards reading the songs gain small temporary buffs to their note-melody mechanic. Encouragement to lore-engaged Bard players.

See Also

• Tavern
• Bard
• Main site: Class guides