Fowley the Fearless – A Funny Fantasy Tavern Ballad | Celtic Folk Adventure & Cozy Storytelling

Tonight the tavern doors open for a new tale.🍻
A warm hall, a full crowd, and a storyteller who swears he’s the bravest hero in the realm.
But is he? That’s for you to discover in this cheerful fantasy ballad filled with laughter, charm, and classic tavern energy.

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Thanks for the original story @Wolfeye125:
"There was a Man named Fowley. He was a Fool. And a Coward. Once he asked a Group to be part of their Quest and they let him join them. The whole way Fowley boast about his different countless Adventures. He claimed to be the bravest of the whole Group. Then there was a rustle in the Bushes. Fowley let out a very un-manly high pitched Scream and bolted. Then out of the Bushes came the Puppy from one of the Knights. By that, Fowley was long gone. Yes, he was a fool, but he was a nice Fool. All liked him. The enjoy the Stories he told - already know that their weren't true. And so they let him joined their Quests. Then they faked "Dangerous Situation" which cause him to flee and seek shelter in a random Tavern to explain another Story. Then the Circle repeated. No one got hurt. It was a win-win Situation; The Group could continue their Quests and Fowley had a Story to tell in Taverns."

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I rode at the front of the bravest band,
The crowd cheered loud as we left the land.
They waved their flags, they called my name —
For Fowley led the heroes’ flame.
We rode to face the orcish threat,
To guard the farms the raiders set.
And by the gate the people knew
Their hopes rode high because I flew.

We traveled long from dawn till night,
Past fields of gold and fading light.
Then suddenly a rustling roar —
I sensed the orcs, a hidden score.
The others froze, but I stood tall,
I saved the day, I saved them all.
I cried aloud, Prepare to strike,
And gave them strength to stand and fight.
The ambush failed because I knew
Exactly what a hero’d do.
The journey lived, the danger passed,
My courage held, my fame held fast.

Oh raise your mugs for Fowley,
The fearless, wild, and jolly.
His tales light up the tavern,
His bragging warms the hall.
Oh here’s to Fowley’s glory,
The legend, joke, and story.
Another mug for Fowley —
The bravest of them all.

But at a table near the wall
The knights exchanged a knowing call.
That tale he tells? A splendid show,
Said one, But should we let him know?
My puppy ran into the brush,
Said second knight, Just one small rush.
He heard it stir, panicked and fled,
Ran faster than an arrowhead.
The third one asked, Reveal the truth?
The fourth said, No, let joy soothe.
The tavern laughs, the night is bright,
Let Fowley shine in his delight.

Oh raise your mugs for Fowley,
The fearless, wild, and jolly.
His tales light up the tavern,
His bragging warms the hall.
Oh here’s to Fowley’s glory,
The legend, joke, and story.
Another mug for Fowley —
The bravest of them all.

For every quest the heroes take,
Fowley rides for laughter’s sake.
He leaves with them at break of day,
Yet somehow finds a shorter way.
He always reaches home the first
With tales so grand they nearly burst.
While real heroes roam and fight,
He fills the tavern every night.
They tease him gently now and then,
With tiny scares in wood and glen.
Not out of spite, but joyful cheer,
For Fowley keeps their spirits clear.
His role is small in battlefield call,
But laughter’s crown outshines them all.

Oh raise your mugs for Fowley,
The fearless, wild, and jolly.
His tales light up the tavern,
His bragging warms the hall.
Oh here’s to Fowley’s glory,
The legend, joke, and story.
Forever cheers for Fowley —
The bravest of them all.

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