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Exalted Drinking Song

The concept here was to write about all the PC's and many of the major NPC's in the games I've run and played in over the years. Many of them can be found on this site, or on those of my friends. I was never my intent to write well of them- that's no fun at all. Instead, I intend to prove each and every one of 'em is a sinner or a whore or just a right bastard. That's why they're princes of the earth.

I see this song being sung by Exalts that are bitter or mortals trying to console themselves about not being powerful.

Gather 'round ye patrons of this fine and noble inn
A tale of the Exalted is what I've come here to spin
No tale of bloody bravery, nor of immortal luck
I will not stoop to flattery, for every one's a schmuck.

Kamahl the baby-eating man
Is Chosen of the Dawn
So you never will convince him
He should keep his trousers on

Varian's a scruffy bloke
Who wields a pair of guns
He's got the most diseases
Out of all the Rising Suns

Fairweather's a Zenith
Of a strong fraternal bent-
He'll fraternize all day and night
With his abyssal wench

Raise your glasses now and all you mortals raise your voice.
Be glad you weren't fucked up enough to be of Lytek's choice.
You've got your drink, you've got your song. Be happy where you are.
Be glad you you aren't an Exalt, friends. Be glad you're in a bar.

Ashmedai the paragon
Has many hidden flaws
It seems he likes his lassies
Fresh out of their training bras

The maiden known as Verity
Is brilliant clear enough,
But if you try to tell her so
She'll punch your marbles off

Giano is a sorcerer
His workshop full of toys-
He keeps them on display for when
He picks up little boys

Raise your glasses now and all you mortals raise your voice.
Be glad you weren't fucked up enough to be of Lytek's choice.
You've got your drink, you've got your song. Be happy where you are.
Be glad you you aren't an Exalt, friends. Be glad you're in a bar.

Whisper is a pervert
Of a most uncommon kind
He's only ever happy if
He takes you from behind

The ninja called Chrysoberyl's
Obsessive, you might say
Although he loves his sifu
He still swears he isn't gay

Tantoru fought with solars
And quite fast ran out of luck-
But he was just a god-blood
So nobody gave a fuck

Raise your glasses now and all you mortals raise your voice.
Be glad you weren't fucked up enough to be of Lytek's choice.
You've got your drink, you've got your song. Be happy where you are.
Be glad you you aren't an Exalt, friends. Be glad you're in a bar.

Builder the Descending Sun's
A friend to you and me
But really quite disturbing
When he's stalking Verity

Davire, the scalawag was killed
When Heaven pulled his card
But took with him a deathlord
So we don't cry very hard

Yomizu is a solar or
At least that is the gist
But he's so fucking boring
We pretend he don't exist

Raise your glasses now and all you mortals raise your voice.
Be glad you weren't fucked up enough to be of Lytek's choice.
You've got your drink, you've got your song. Be happy where you are.
Be glad you you aren't an Exalt, friends. Be glad you're in a bar.

Gossamer is interested
In things out of the Wyld
It seems this larval deathlord
Wants a half-fae bastard child

Riptide was a ne'er-do-well
With treasure in his eyes
He finally got some booty
When he started dating guys

Verdance is a monk who cries
When he sees killing blows
He even cries at night sometimes
While wearing women's clothes

Raise your glasses now and all you mortals raise your voice.
Be glad you weren't fucked up enough to be of Lytek's choice.
You've got your drink, you've got your song. Be happy where you are.
Be glad you you aren't an Exalt, friends. Be glad you're in a bar.

Avi was abyssal
Now she's Chosen of the Sun
She's so mixed up inside, she's still
More goth than everyone

The dragon blood called 'Snow for short
A dedicated nun
She takes her vows all serious
But for the sexy one

Ailia the sidereal
Was quite a saucy bitch-
She used a six-foot daiklave when
She had to scratch her itch

Raise your glasses now and all you mortals raise your voice.
Be glad you weren't fucked up enough to be of Lytek's choice.
You've got your drink, you've got your song. Be happy where you are.
Be glad you you aren't an Exalt, friends. Be glad you're in a bar.

The Fifth and Shattered Crown
He keeps his daiklaive in a sheath
But look beneath his steel pants
And there's nothing underneath

The Iron Tyrant Bound in Chains
Of Gold's a hefty name
He compensates with it you see,
To hide his manly shame

Dancer of the Frigid Blades'
A monster in the sack-
But don't you get your hopes up,
She's a necrophiliac

Raise your glasses now and all you mortals raise your voice.
Be glad you weren't fucked up enough to be of Lytek's choice.
You've got your drink, you've got your song. Be happy where you are.
Be glad you you aren't an Exalt, friends. Be glad you're in a bar.

Comments

I have now contributed to the context for the song, the chorus, and the stanzas on Verdance, Gossamer, and Riptide. All with permission.

-Grnegsnspm

This may well be the most offensively hilarious thing I've ever seen you create. I am in awe. -- teflonshugenja

Impressive.
-- Darloth

Nicely done, I had a laugh out of it. ~ Haku

Hot Damn this is funny.