Ballad of the Goddess and rPM
(Cheerful tavern tune — lute & drums) In lands so cold where the blizzards bite, Beasts would prowl through the frozen night. But a goddess rose with a warming flame, And all the monsters fled in shame! 🎶 rPM, oh rPM, Where beasts can’t dare, can’t bother them! Cozy hearts and swords so bright, The goddess guards us every night! 🎶 No more frostbite, no more fear, By the campfire we raise our cheer! The snowball fights we always win, The goddess melts the cold within! 🎶 rPM, oh rPM, Join the crew, come fight with them! Beasts run off, the cold won’t bite, In rPM you’ll sleep warm tonight! 🎶
March of rPM
(Upbeat marching rhythm — stomp, clap) Cold winds howl across the land, But the goddess warms our hands. Beasts may growl and snow may fall, rPM will stand so tall! 🎶 rPM, brave and true, The goddess lights the way for you. No more frost, no monster’s roar, Join the fight and fear no more! 🎶 When the night is dark and deep, She guards us while we sleep. Blizzards break and wild beasts run, rPM brings the rising sun! 🎶 rPM, strong and free, Protected by divinity. Take up arms, come share the flame, Join the ranks and earn your name! 🎶
The Warm Hearth of rPM
(Tavern jig – cheerful & rowdy) Come in from the snow, hang up your old spear, The goddess of warmth keeps the chill from here. She drives off the beasts with a wink and a grin, In rPM’s halls, the good times begin! 🎶 rPM! Raise your ale! Where frost can’t bite and beasts all fail. Warm by the fire, we laugh and sing, Protected by her ever-shining wing! 🎶 The wolves used to prowl at the edge of the wood, The snow bit our fingers wherever we stood. But the goddess declared, “No frost in my den!” And beasts now flee at the sight of rPM! 🎶 rPM! Raise your ale! No monster’s roar can make us pale. Toast to the goddess, toast to the band, For in her warmth we make our stand! 🎶
By the Goddess We’re Warm
(Tavern drinking tune – lively and catchy) Gather ye heroes, come in from the snow, The winds may be cruel, but the fires still glow. Our goddess stands watch while the cold beasts creep, In rPM’s halls you can drink and sleep! 🎶 rPM! Lift your cheer! The beasts all scatter when our goddess draws near. Snow can’t bite us, the night won’t chill, For rPM’s warmth will guard us still! 🎶 Wolves in the hills tried to break our line, The goddess just winked—“You’ll do just fine!” The frost turned to slush, the monsters all fled, And rPM danced while the bonfire spread! 🎶 rPM! Lift your cheer! By her bright flame there is nothing to fear. Heroes and misfits, come take your stand, In rPM’s tavern, you’ll find your band! 🎶
Spies in the Snow
(Tavern jig – lively & mischievous) Down in the frost of old 3068, They send out their spies but they’re always too late. They creep through the drifts with an icy sneeze, Our goddess just laughs and makes them freeze! 🎶 Raise your mugs, 3057! Where the fire burns bright and the snow is beaten. No spy can sneak through the hearth’s warm glow, rPM stands strong while the cold winds blow! 🎶 They hide in the shadows, they think they’re sly, But a sneeze in the snow gives away each spy. We toast to their efforts, then cheer with delight, For rPM’s warmth keeps us safe every night! 🎶 Join rPM in 3057! Where the beasts retreat and the spies are smitten. Come to the hearth, come share our flame, In rPM’s halls you’ll earn your name! 🎶
Hands Together in 3057
(Tavern jig – lively & proud) The winds blow cold from the north once more, 3068 sends spies to our door. They skulk through the snow and hide in the trees, But the hearth of 3057 makes them freeze! Sun brings the dawn, Sky guards the height, AS1 stands ready, F2P holds the fight. And rPM’s flame keeps the whole hearth bright, Together we’ll chase the spies into the night! 🎶 Hands in hands in 3057! Warmed by the fire and the goddess of heaven. No spy can slither through our band, United we guard this frozen land! 🎶 So raise your mugs, let the tavern cheer, For all our banners now gather here. Against 3068 we stand as one, By fire and song till the fight is won!
Raise the Hearth for rPM
(Tavern jig – upbeat, a little mocking) Through the cold the north winds blow, 3068 spies creep low. They slip and slide on the frozen ground, But in our hall they won’t be found! 🎶 Raise the hearth for rPM! The beasts all scatter, the frost says “ahem…” Sun brings the dawn, Sky guards above, AS1 and F2P march with love! 🎶 They whisper and sneak beneath the pine, But the goddess smiles — “This land is mine!” 3057 stands firm and strong, By fire and song we march along. 🎶 Raise the hearth for rPM! Heroes together, we’ll foil their plan. Spies may shiver and beasts may run, United we’ll win till the fight is done! 🎶
Mugs Up for rPM
(Rowdy tavern jig — clap-clap, stomp-stomp) We came from the hills with our toes all blue, The snow was deep and the wolves came too. Then the goddess grinned and lit the flame, “Come in to rPM, you’ll never freeze again!” 🎶 Mugs up for rPM! Where beasts all scatter and frost says “Ahem…”. Sit by the fire, raise a cheer, rPM keeps you safe right here! 🎶 Sky stares at clouds, Sun chases dawn, As1 keeps boasting from dusk to morn. But we stay warm and laugh all day, For beasts and blizzards run away! 🎶 Mugs up for rPM! Join the warmth and call it home again. The goddess smiles, the tankards shine, rPM’s hearth is yours and mine! 🎶
CryoWolf’s Hearth
(Tavern jig) Snowstorms rage across the hill, Wolves prowl the night but they grow still. Shaka shouts and the banners fly, Yicknaiv’s scrolls keep the hearth nearby. 🎶 Raise your mugs for rPM! The frost retreats when we sing again. Our goddess CryoWolf guards the flame, Keeping us warm through wind and rain! 🎶 Spies from the north creep through the white, But trip on the drifts in the pale moonlight. The tavern doors swing open wide, And rPM cheers as the blizzards hide. 🎶 Raise your mugs for rPM! Where friends stand strong and beasts condemn. In Sector 3057 we laugh and fight, By CryoWolf’s hearth we hold the night! 🎶
Note: kept for completeness even though later songs avoid personal names.
Hearth in the Snow
(Tavern jig – name-free) The winter roars across the plain, The fire sparks against the chain. The drums resound, the banners rise, The warmth outshines the frozen skies. 🎶 Raise your mugs to the light! Where frost retreats and hearts burn bright. The hearth holds strong, the cold must flee, Together we keep the land frost-free! 🎶 The beasts once howled beyond the wall, But now they flinch at the tavern’s call. The storm may pound, the wind may cry, Yet the hearth’s bright glow will never die. 🎶 Raise your mugs to the light! Through snow and night we hold the fight. Warmth and courage by the flame, United we’ll never be the same! 🎶
Songs Across the Snow
(Tavern jig – proud & cheeky) Our fires crackle, the night is long, The wind itself now hums our song. From frozen peaks to distant plains, Our voices roll like thawing chains. 🎶 Sing loud, sing free! The echoes cross the enemy! They hum our tunes behind their walls, For warmth hides deep in our calls! 🎶 They tried to mock our merry sound, Yet whistle it when none’s around. The spies who came to sneak and pry, Left tapping feet and laughing dry. 🎶 Sing loud, sing free! The frost still melts in harmony! From our hearth the song has flown, Even foes now claim it’s their own! 🎶
Echoes Beyond the Frost
(Tavern jig) We sang by the fire, loud and clear, Through blizzards wild, they still could hear. The foes who sneered now hum along, Our tune became their marching song! 🎶 Raise your mugs, let it roar! Our songs now ring through every door! From icy forts to enemy halls, They dance to the sound of our tavern calls! 🎶 They came to spy, they came to fight, But left still humming through the night. Their generals frown, their soldiers grin, For once our chorus creeps right in! 🎶 Raise your mugs, let it roar! Our music spreads from shore to shore! The frost may bite, but joy’s our flame — Even our foes now sing our name! 🎶
The Strings of the Hearth
(Tavern-style — humorous, wise, name-free) Some seek to pull the strings too tight, To make each song the same each night. But music lives when hearts can roam, And every voice finds hearth and home. 🎶 Sing free, sing true! The fire’s wide enough for me and you. No crown can bind the tune we play, The joy’s the rule, not who obeys! 🎶 In halls where snow and thunder meet, Some stomp for order, count the beat. Yet laughter breaks what chains can’t hold, And warmth outlives both rank and gold. 🎶 Sing free, sing kind! Leave the frost of pride behind. Behind each helm, each name, each jest, There beats a heart that seeks its rest. 🎶 So raise your mug, and let it show — We play for joy, not for control. The game’s the song, the song’s the flame, Respect the soul behind the name.
🎵 The Last (?) Song of rPM 🎵
(Tavern farewell – soft, proud, and heartfelt) 🌅 The fires dim, the drums grow still, Yet echoes linger on the hill. Where laughter rang and courage grew, I’ll keep those nights — and all of you. ❄️ LordSnow’s calm, CryoWolf’s flame, JPM’s smile, Laurelie’s name. Shaka’s strength, the bonds we’ve spun — They’ll shine long after battles done. 🎶🔥 (Chorus) 🎶 So raise no cry, nor mourn the end, For every road returns, my friend. Though I must go, one truth remains — In rPM’s heart, my song sustains. 🎶 🌕 The snow will fall, the world will spin, And others soon will march within. But when the tavern lights grow low — Remember me, and let me go. 🍂 🎶❤️ (Final Chorus) 🎶 No crown I sought, no glory claimed, Just friendship’s fire, forever named. So drink, laugh loud, and fight with cheer — For part of me still lingers here. 🎶
🎵 RSM — Stand and Roar! 🎵
Drums awake, the frost is cold, but RSM walks brave and bold. The banners rise, the horns reply — tonight we fight, we will not die. Alpha stands at front of line — Wolf’s fierce eyes, Shaka’s spine, Hamburglar grins — the storm obeys, they lead us through the frozen haze. Laurelie’s light, calm and clear, guides our hearts, dispels our fear. JPM steady, sharp and wise, sees the truth behind the lies. Magz — the Mother Bear Owl, watchful, strong, with gentle growl. Andoreoreibeira the iron will, Adam34 stands firm and still. Yick the bard, with words like steel, turns hope to fire — makes courage real. And Lord Snow watches, calm and true, the winter bows… and lets us through. RSM — together, one! Not for crown and not for throne — for friends, for honor, this is home. So raise your hearts, let spirits soar — when drums of SvS shake the floor, we stand as one, we fear no night — RSM — we rise and fight! ⚔️🔥