The Rugged Band

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Chorus
They are the rugged band, they roam the land,
With coin in hand and no clear plan.
They work for shins and drink what's near,
Except the Hero—his heart is clear!

Verse 2 
(Whispersteel)
He dances in, all grace and flair,
With waxed mustache and perfect hair.
His blade is sharp, his brain... less so,
But oh! the flair in every blow.
He quotes himself and sways with pride—
Then naps until it’s time to hide.

Chorus
They are the rugged band, they roam the land,
With coin in hand and no clear plan.
They work for shins and drink what's near,
Except the Hero—his heart is clear!

Verse 3 
(Kelbor (Who?))
There’s someone there—no wait, he’s gone.
A name half-whispered, then withdrawn.
He climbs like smoke, he strikes like shade,
But everyone forgets he stayed.
Kelbor, you say? Or maybe... Kev?
No one recalls. That’s how he lives.

Chorus
They are the rugged band, they roam the land,
With coin in hand and no clear plan.
They work for shins and drink what's near,
Except the Hero—his heart is clear!

Verse 4 
(Truman (yes, she's a woman))
With sparks around and crossbow tight,
She shocks, she swears, she ends the fight.
Don’t call her miss—she'll fry your bones.
And drink your ale while dodging drones.
A storm in boots, with little tact—
But she’s the one who’s got your back.

Bridge
The rugged band, not born to fame,
No noble cause, no gilded name.
But still they stand, blade, bow and brand—
Doing right for wrong... like only they can.

Verse 5 
(Der Organaut)
He’s small. He’s strange. His eyes don’t blink.
He pokes dead things and makes them stink.
He speaks in riddles, hums in tongues,
Collects weird shards and licks old lungs.
From foreign lands, he’s come so far—
To hoard his baubles in a jar.

Chorus
They are the rugged band, they roam the land,
With coin in hand and no clear plan.
They work for shins and drink what's near,
Except the Hero—his heart is clear!

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Verse 1 (Kael Drustar) In battered plate and justice bright, He walks with hammer held upright. The hungry cheer, the cowards hide, For Kael’s the shield on the people's side. They call him The Hero, and it sticks— Though he rolls his eyes at all their tricks. Chorus They are the rugged band, they roam the land, With coin in hand and no clear plan. They work for shins and drink what's near, Except the Hero—his heart is clear! Verse 2 (Whispersteel) He dances in, all grace and flair, With waxed mustache and perfect hair. His blade is sharp, his brain... less so, But oh! the flair in every blow. He quotes himself and sways with pride— Then naps until it’s time to hide. Chorus They are the rugged band, they roam the land, With coin in hand and no clear plan. They work for shins and drink what's near, Except the Hero—his heart is clear! Verse 3 (Kelbor (Who?)) There’s someone there—no wait, he’s gone. A name half-whispered, then withdrawn. He climbs like smoke, he strikes like shade, But everyone forgets he stayed. Kelbor, you say? Or maybe... Kev? No one recalls. That’s how he lives. Chorus They are the rugged band, they roam the land, With coin in hand and no clear plan. They work for shins and drink what's near, Except the Hero—his heart is clear! Verse 4 (Truman (yes, she's a woman)) With sparks around and crossbow tight, She shocks, she swears, she ends the fight. Don’t call her miss—she'll fry your bones. And drink your ale while dodging drones. A storm in boots, with little tact— But she’s the one who’s got your back. Bridge The rugged band, not born to fame, No noble cause, no gilded name. But still they stand, blade, bow and brand— Doing right for wrong... like only they can. Verse 5 (Der Organaut) He’s small. He’s strange. His eyes don’t blink. He pokes dead things and makes them stink. He speaks in riddles, hums in tongues, Collects weird shards and licks old lungs. From foreign lands, he’s come so far— To hoard his baubles in a jar. Chorus They are the rugged band, they roam the land, With coin in hand and no clear plan. They work for shins and drink what's near, Except the Hero—his heart is clear!

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