Whos Got More Bling Than The Nerevarine?, [Spoiler Alert!!] Options

[Black Hand]

Basically, think of a mission in Morrowind that yielded the you the most loot and armor, weapons, etc. that you can think of, and write a quick rhyming verse about it. And try too include the line "Whos got more bling than the Nerevarine?" This can also be as "Sung to the tune of" or just a limerick, you get the idea. Just try to be creative.

Ill start


Whos got more bling than the Nerevarine?
No one else as far as Ive seen.

Up in Ald Redaynia, north as the Racer flies,
so much good loot, I could not beleive my eyes.
Greeted warmly by some arrows, Some arrows of
my own, dispatched those bony fellows.

Deep inside the ruins saw some dead Dunmer,
Stripped him of his spear, cuz he was Kwama Fodder.
Making my way past some fallen rocks,
The slaughterfish gave me a few knocks! (Ok cheesy, but I tried!)

Up in the tower was greeted by a huge Skeleton,
with eyes a-glowing red, and a bad disposition.
Right before he struck, this is what he said.

"Im the War-Wizard of Ald Redaynia!
With this Vampiric Ring, I'ma get rid of ya!
Dont take it personal, things are looking up!
If you kill me, you can take the Bittercup!"

Suffice to say, I left with his ring
And gave away An expensive trophy.
Now I walk the streets of Balmora,
with everyone looking at me,....

...Saying, whos's got more bling than the Nerevarine?

[Neela]

These are fun... I remember doing things like these in college (quite awhile) ago.

Here goes...

'Twas the first of Frostfall, when it had been found
Not a thing was moving, not even nix-hound.

My body all rested and full of good cheer
I set out for treasure I hoped would be near.

I arrived by strider in the town of khuul,
the dunmer left saying, "you N'wah! you fool!"

I knew not this land I saw to say the least,
but with strictest conviction I headed east.

Not long had I journeyed when suddenly found,
attacked by three dunmer with magic abound.

I knew not what I done to provoke such ire,
but slain them and left them around their campfire.

The path that I walked started to fade from sight,
I often wonder why I travel at night.

Ahead I did see what the moon's light had showed,
a deep rocky valley where lava once flowed.

I stared up and down the very steep rock wall,
and thought to myself that I don't want to fall.

This was an obstacle I had to get by,
I casted a spell that allowed me to fly.

When up in the sky, aloft by my power,
I spied up ahead a dome or old tower.

I traversed the gully with moments to spare,
my mana now spent I would have to take care.

With visions of gold and a wanting for more,
I slowly creeped up on the old dwemer door.

With my sword in my hand, I entered the ruin,
and I said to myself, "What am i doin?"

The steam was hot, and the pipes they did rattle,
and I saw in the hall an elf named cattle.

I gripped the hilt of my blade, ready to fight,
cause everything seems to attack me on sight.

The elf then paused suddenly in her short walk,
it was then I decided. I should try talk.

She spoke to me little but enough to tell,
that I had found a blood-sucking undead hell.

Vampires are dangerous, thats how they are famed,
here even moreso because these all were named.

The battles that followed took all of my best,
as vampire after vampire I laid to rest.

The thrill of the fights! I did cackled with glee,
even though often times, I thought I should flee.

I lunge with my sword; I dodge, and I parry,
and take from their corpses all I can carry.

The deeper I delved, the more loot I did find,
the weight of it all was now troubling my mind.

In the final room, a challenge yet to pass;
a woman vampire dressed in armor of glass.

The fight was viscous, and the blood had run thick,
and during it all, I somehow was made sick.

Three days had passed when I found something to dread,
awoke that next eve as a newly undead.

Often life does not go according to plan,
I found I had slaughtered, my own Quarra clan.

Remember this now and take fate by the reins,
I really enjoy the new blood in my veins!