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How Big the Troll Stick? | Funny Tavern Bard Song of Ale, Laughter & Ridiculous Legends

Welcome back to the smoky taverns of Ethernia 🍻. Tonight’s bardic tale is not of heroes or dragons, but of drunken chatter — a foolish debate over one question Subscribe, leave a comment, and tell us your favorite tavern tale! 🍺🎶 🎧 Listen Bards of Ethernia on YouTube Music:    / bards of ethernia - topic   🎵 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0Gwxl... 🍎 Apple Music:   / bards-of-ethernia   Enjoy the bard songs of Ethernia wherever you listen — from taverns to distant kingdoms and other realms beyond! 🎶🎶🎶 The fire burned low, the mugs were tall. Ale spilled bright on timbered hall. The fiddler scratched, the dice did roll. Voices tangled, loud and whole. No silence here, just drunken cheer. And nonsense stories, far and near. One leaned back with a crooked grin. Foam on beard, with ale-stained chin. He thumped his mug and raised his brow. And asked the table, “Tell me now. HOW BIG the troll STICK? Have you seen? Is it mighty, vast, obscene?” The room went still, then roared with glee. Each tried to guess absurdity. How BIG the troll STICK? Wide or thin? Does it curl or does it spin? Is it thick as a knightly spear? Or lost to fog, none hold it near? Ale was spilled, the laughter kicked. On the tale of the troll and his mighty stick. A skinny scribe with crooked hat. Coughed and muttered, “Think on that. Do trolls have sticks at all, my friends? Perhaps their line just never ends.” The blacksmith barked, “It’s as wide as a hand. Fit to crush both stone and sand!” A maiden giggled, “Do they woo? If trolls have sticks, then where’s their crew?” Then from the corner, low and stern. A knight broke in, his gaze did burn. “I fought a troll, ten times my height. In moonlit woods, a wicked night. The fight was long, unfair, unclean. Through smoke and blood, a fearsome scene. He swung his club, I dashed below. Slipped through legs as quick as snow.” I turned and saw, as clear as day. What no bard’s song could ever say. That troll stick swung, a monstrous sight. Like a fallen oak in stormy night. And hanging there, for all to test. Two boulders large within their nest. No smith could forge, no lord could boast. Such weighty stones from coast to coast. How big the troll stick? Hear the jest! The knight has seen, he knows it best! Thicker than logs, too vast to swing. With boulders round like bells that ring. The tavern roared, the ale was tipped. Every fool with a grin was gripped. The baker shouted, “That’s a lie! No troll could balance such supply!” The tailor cried, “Perhaps they knit. And hide their sticks where no one sits!” The cobbler laughed, “I’ve seen it once! But that was after many pints.” The maiden sighed, “What if they kiss? Do troll-maids dream of sticks like this?” And on they went, from dusk till dawn. Through pipes of smoke, through ale near gone. No sense was made, no truth was clear. Just drunken words for all to hear. The knight kept swearing by the fight. The scribe kept doubting through the night. The fiddler strummed, the mugs did clink. And none had care for what they think. How big the troll stick? None can say! The guesses grow and drift away. Some claim it’s small, some claim it’s wide. Some say it’s carried with trollish pride. But in the tavern, drunk and thick. The song remains of the troll and his stick. #BardSong #FantasyMusic #TavernSong #FunnyFolk #MedievalMusic #CelticFolk #BardsOfEthernia #FantasyTavern #ComicSong #DrinkingSong #FolkBallad #FantasyCommunity