The clearing is found in the northern central part of the wilderness map.
|Level: 1, DV: 70, PV: 0, Hits: 120, Attacks: 5, Damage: 1d6+16, Speed: 140.|
The Mad Minstrel is a critical part of the special endings. More about his role in the special endings can be found in section 184.108.40.206.
Additionally, the Ghost Librarian will assign the PC to deliver the Weird Tome to the Mad Minstrel, who will give the PC five cursed scroll of chaos resistance corruption removal in return.
The Song of the Mad Minstrel "I am the thorn in the foot, I am the blur in the sight; I am the worm at the root, I am the thief in the night. I am the rat in the wall, the leper that leers at the gate; I am the ghost in the hall, herald of horror and hate. I am the rust on the corn, I am the smut on the wheat, Laughing man's labor to scorn, weaving a web for his feet. I am canker and mildew and blight, danger and death and decay; The rot of the rain by night, the blast of the sun by day. I warp and wither with drouth, I work in the swamp's foul yeast; I bring the black plague from the south and the leprosy in from the east. I rend from the hemlock boughs wine steeped in the petals of dooms; Where the fat black serpents drowse I gather the Upas blooms. I have plumbed the northern ice for a spell like Frozen lead; In lost grey fields of rice, I have learned from Mongol dead. Where a bleak black mountain stands I have looted grisly caves; I have digged in the desert sands to plunder terrible graves. Never the sun goes forth, never the moon glows red, But out of the south or the north, I come with the slavering dead. I come with hideous spells, black chants and ghastly tunes; I have looted the hideen hells amd plundered the lost black moons. There was never a king or priest to cheer me by word or look, There was never a man or beast in the blood-black ways I took. There were crimson gulfs unplumbed, there were black wings over a sea, There were pits where mad things drummed, and foaming blasphemy. There were vast ungodly tombs where slimy monsters dreamed; There were clouds like blood-drenched plumes where unborn demons screamed. There were ages dead to Time, and lands lost out of Space; There were adders in the slime, and a dim unholy Face. Oh, the heart in my breast turned stone, and the brain froze in my skull -- But I won through, I alone, and poured my chalice full Of horrors and dooms and spells, black buds and bitter roots -- From the hells beneath the hells, I bring you my deathly fruits."
"Deep in the forest of moving trees, Crossing is not such a breeze, It may take some time, but be persistent, Even if some may be resistant, But whatever you do, don't use fire! Or else you'll be faced with even hotter ire..."
"The Lord of the Cats is a touchy fellow, His teeth are sharp and his eyes are yellow. All kinds of cats he calls his subjects, Small ones, big ones, all he'll protect. If kind ye be to cats, I sing, Talk from him his precious ring!"
"Felines have a shiny fur. When you feed them, they will purr. True cat-lovers never harm them, some musicians try to charm them. For all others, let me warn them: As soon as felines meet disaster their energy rejoins their master."
"Heaven help you in the tower of hell, The elements will surely sound your death-knell, If walking on fire still shrouds you in pain, You might just need some more of the same..."
"In a very hot tower your points in life get lower. Resisting fire not once but twice Would be very wise."
"A drakelings scales may be crimson red if a creature of fire for dinner he had he may wear tough scales and two rings to boot he may have the armour and all of the loot but fire is still a hazard to him cause a drakeling will start to burn from within. He will become fast, even fast as the light his foes may run screaming at this unearthly sight as quicklings so fast, he may just become but the hazard of fire will never be gone cause the speed makes him dizzy and dazy and that and no ring and no scales will save him from that. So the tower of fire is a dangerous thing and you should really listen to the sound of my string for a drakeling has really a hard time in there without healing and stuff he won't get anywhere. So a potion or herb might be a good boon, but if you enter without them - you are just a loon!"
"Fire - fierce and full of vigour Earth - tough with age old rigour Water - possessing strength within Air - so agile it'll make you spin These Four combine to make all life, But when there is imbalance it brings great strife, For their product, Mana, will fluctuate, And Chaos floods out from the Gate. Five keys you need to open the way, And then from your path you may not stray, You can only proceed, there is no turning back, So be sure you are ready for the final attack..."
"The Banshee sings a strangely compelling song, No one can listen to it for long. You better beware And take care. Beware is what you need, Understand this verb and take heed."
"A small cave for beginners The big ones are for winners Do it the other way around And strange monsters will be found."
"The trinity is very tough to find in case you mind. three parts you will need, lots of blood you will shed. Once all are collected, once your deceitful fame is erected, once in servitude you seem to be joining, once chaos powers the word "friend" are coining, you'll enter the gate... Quickly - before it's too late!"
"I'm so lazy, My knowledge's hazy, My sounds are loud, but rarely I shout. My lyrics are coarse, I never owned a horse. My songs I'm improvising, I use them for advising. Listen with care, and well you will fare."
"Ancient dwarves often come in halves. Babbling they do, Ladies they woo, Useless they are, Ignorants receive a scar."
"Hotzenplotz a bandit is, Many a woman he did kiss, His guards are very strong, so don't make anything wrong."
"Dungeons are Grimy Blobs are Slimy When dealing with Puddles Missiles are Subtle."
"Molochs are mighty daemons to face, For they are the strongest of their race, They possess great strength and much immunity, So don't try to test out their impunity, Run! I say, as fast as you can! Teleport, dig or swim like a man! Get away! Get away! Quickly, I say! Else your head will be the main course of the day!"
"Only fools would try to build without tools A bridge sturdy and strong With good tools you can't go wrong."
"Once a tiny cavern, was a monument built by the powers of Law. Now it's strangely distorted, by the powers of Chaos it's meaning thwarted. In the depths of infinity it holds the first part of the trinity, which, once assembled and refitted, will make it permitted to become a Chaos God supreme, if forceful enough yourself ye deem!"
"Caladriel was an ancient crone, Karmic beings brought her down! A phial of light she created, but once she did not use it... In a dark room she dissipated."
"Rehetep was a long-lived guy, But his skin got cracked before his eyes. He would not die, And he would not quit, But his skin just wouldn't stay well-fit. He wrapped it up in rags at first, But after a while the rags all burst. Now to keep his body in, He needs to borrow someone else's skin!"
"Chaos piranhas really bite. All are amazed at their might. Yrrigs knew more about this. He manages to survive the fish."
"Nothing can protect you for long, No matter how tough, blessed or strong, No armour, girdle, helm nor shield, No artifact that you may wield, No amulet that you find or nick, No god's blessing or intrinsic, But a way across there is still, For they say the fish will easily chill..."
Whether champion or fallen, On two legs or crawlin', Big or small, troll or man, Pious priest or barbarian, Fighter true or learned sage, Marksman or elfin mage, None can face the fish's might, Not one can ever stand their bite."
"Go deep within the mountains and you will find An ancient library filled with tomes of all kind. The librarian there is a fussy fellow, "Silence!" he asks for, "Please do not bellow!" But the music overwhelmed me and I could not stay mute, So I played a little tune on my piccolo flute. The librarian got angry and asked me to leave, It's for that book that I wanted that I now grieve..."
"In the forest deep, all living beings weep for fairies cruel and fast won't let you last. Search with care and fast like lightning you might fare!"
"Chaos powers mighty and dangerous strive to alter all of us. Corrupting effects transform thee faster than you would like that to be. Although useful they might seem they just will bring a sorrow stream."
"I am a baby dragon My mother is bigger than a wagon Still she lives in a place on watery ground That I have never found."
"The Hero Rolf, of Dwarven Kind, A Pillar of his Society -- He had an Axe, the Cutting Kind, Which Caused Orcs Great Anxiety. What Became of Rolf the Mighty? Does Yet the World he Wander? The Elders Wise and Mystics Flighty Even they must Wonder..."
"An age ago, there lived a king, most pious and benevolent, Who from his god received a ring to shield him from the elements. This king, he had a brother true, a fighter lion-hearted, Who sought to rout all Chaos through the Gate from whence it started. He purged the evil from the land, his blade once never faltered, And only by his god's own hand was his adventure halted. "O fighter brave," his god did say, "though noble is your mission, Yet centuries must slip away before it finds completion. The Balance leans too much to Law, and I must now amend it; Let Chaos have its time on Earth ere back to hell you send it. But watch this stair eternally, and wait for Heaven's message, To show the mighty champion who's earned the right of passage. For only one you'll step aside and cease your faithful vigil: The one who wears your brother's ring emblazed with Heaven's sigil.""
"Floors without any friction are no longer a thing of fiction. To cope with them you need a lot of thrust, on this one you can trust."
"On Darknight chaos rules supreme, On Silvernight evil ones will scream, But when it comes to thy day of birth, Thou shalt find great joy and mirth!"
"At different times you may enter the Drakalor Chain, And these times may bring some loss or some gain, The end of the year is celebrated with drink, But on the day after you'll be too tired to think, On the eve of the Lord's birth you may see a lucky star, But on Friday the thirteenth you won't get far. And Creator's Day is by far the best date, For on that day you'll receive a smile from Fate..."
"Ayssia's horn did start to toot, Corellius followed in tune with his flute, But Lol'th got annoyed and told them to mute, And the One couldn't play a thing! Onn bashed hard on his big heavy drum, Istaria plucked on a harp with her thumb, But Ssraxx thought the whole thing was dumb, And the One couldn't even sing! Issrecht played her mandoline slow, Whilst Morodwyn tried to clean his oboe, But Vagrak laughed and jeered at the show, And the One raged at everything! And if high and low you seek to roam, You'll find the tune written in a very weird tome, But with the music as it was meant to be played... Bring it here and you'll be well-paid!"
"Guth'Alak, what tales you do tell Of druids black and creatures fell, But I see the true aim in your quest so "pure", Always you seek to balance nature: A druid is vanquished, but a healer is hidden, So of good and evil the world is ridden. But be careful, kind druid, when balancing the scales, As nature won't save you from all your ails."
"Hey you - yes, YOU! Can you hear me from over there? How many fingers am I holding up? If you can't see six you're blind as a pup! But it could help in some places up high you may fare For if you really can't tell if it's day or night, And you can't see friend from foe or stranger, You won't need the will to walk through danger, And what you can't see can't possibly hurt you, right?"
"Khelavaster, my dreams of thee have been dark of late, And I fear that you are doomed to a terrible fate. The forces you battle grow in strength and cunning, but ever you insist on fighting not running. What can save you now from certain death? What can save your life at its very last breath? But then what force can save any of us in any battle or strife? What hope can cure anyone at the end of their life...?"
"Whatever happened to honour amongst thieves? Cloaked in the dark, run a knife through his back... What twinges their hearts and causes them grieves? Catch him unawares and then stab and hack... When you've learned all you can, do you need a master? You can gain power if the right blood you spill... Who will take over when he faces disaster...? Steal his title when you finish the kill..."
Note that some songs were added in R+ (at least the last 5).