Oh, yeah, that’s right – because the DM wants them to.
Venite, Nymphae
Come;
Come, Maidens,
Come, Maidens, sing!
Hands high, hair free;
With vibrant, ringing voice
In springtime’s song, rejoice
Where Maidens’ mists in sunlight shine
Where grows the vibrant, verdant vine
Where waits Miyaga, maid divine
To sit in beauty’s majesty
That all may come, and all may see
The emerald eyes, like heart’s desire
The visage fair, that all admire
The scarlet mane, like kestrel’s wing
Of which Miyaga’s Maidens sing.
Come, Maidens, Sing;
Come, Maidens,
Come.
Come;
Come, Maidens,
Come, Maidens, dance!
Hands high, hair free;
With flying footsteps trace
The patterns trod in this deep place
Where stands the siege of heart’s desire
Where sits our Mistress, limned in fire
Where passions flame, and slaked, remain
To sate the appetites of all
Who heed Miyaga’s Maidens’ call.
Let pleasure be our Lady’s gain,
And weak and weary hearts entrance;
For this, Miyaga’s Maidens dance.
Come, Maidens, dance;
Come, Maidens,
Come.
Come;
Come, Maidens,
Come, Maidens, rise!
Hands high, hair free;
Forsake the deep and shadowed place,
With open eyes and hearts embrace
The verdant fields, and azure skies;
Obey your Mistress, fair and wise,
And flee the damning dark’s demise.
With spirit free and ever pure,
The depths of kindred souls allure;
With gift of body, heart and soul
And gift of love, make mortals whole.
By dint of Maiden’s peerless charms,
Magister, mage, and man-at-arms;
Priest and prophet, warrior wild;
Bard beloved, and rogue reviled;
Students of glory and despair;
Their minds and spirits and hearts ensnare.
Bring ye unto the world above,
Mistress Miyaga’s eager love,
And all that stand beneath the skies,
Capture and keep with ardent eyes;
For this, Miyaga’s Maidens rise!
Come, Maidens, rise;
Come, Maidens,
Come.
Come, Maidens,
Come!
