by: Xaunskur Morlcastle, Bard of Starmantle date: 1300 DR source: Bury Elminster Deep Sick of working? Want to be free? Of lack of coins, of the drudge’s load? I’m an adventurer a-wandering, New forays ever pondering. No realm can confine me; I’m for the open road. In Waterdeep, the riches gleam, Where Masked Lords hide their secret scheme. The Yawning Portal pulls me down, To dungeons deep and realms renown. The open road’s a hero’s dream! The woods of Cormyr whisper still, Of beasts that haunt and hearts to thrill. Through haunted paths, past sylvan glen, We’ll feast tonight and fight again. The open road bends to my will! [Chorus] The open road, it calls to me, Through mountain tall and stormy sea. Gold in my pouch, a tale to weave, With every sunset, I’ll take my leave! The open road, where I belong, A life of danger, a heart of song. In Baldur’s Gate, the rumors fly, Of treasure hoards and nobles’ lies. Where shadows rule and daggers gleam, The path ahead’s a waking dream. The open road will never die! The Spires of Icewind chill the soul, But warmth is found with ale in bowl. The frozen wilds, the dangers nigh, Each step’s a dare, each breath a sigh. The open road will make me whole! So grab your pack and blade anew, The open road has room for you! No ties, no bounds, just skies unfold, A thousand stories yet untold. The open road is always true! [Chorus] The open road, it calls to me, Through mountain tall and stormy sea. Gold in my pouch, a tale to weave, With every sunset, I’ll take my leave! The open road, where I belong, A life of danger, a heart of song.
