In the Dungeon Era, Odes are an unfashionable lyrical construct, as most common folk don’t understand their romantic references to heroes and bygone ages. Goblins have no taste for storytelling, Boggarts find them dull, and Boggles have no sense of things altogether.

 Originally, Odes were written and performed by proud bard folk in kingly courts, where their audience of high-cultured aristocracy would be well-versed in the various histories of their beloved kingdoms. However, fondness for the past has all but vanished as the common folk struggle to make ends meet in a bleak and leaderless world.

For the few that are at least familiar with the Ode, they are synonymous with the name Corbin G. Doohagenberry, who in his time wrote more than a thousand stanzas of heroic strophes, tragic antistrophes, and climactic epodes. The Odes of Doohagenberry are chronicled in a collection of three volumes, aptly named Doohagenberry’s Lyre, for the great bard paired his mighty tales with gentle strumming of a golden lyre said to be etched with enchanted runes that made his every chord thunder.

What fragments of Doohagenberry’s Lyre that still exist are often highly prized amongst the Middle Kingdom’s folk that live nestled within the rolling Hills of Waed, far to the east of the sea. There, songweavers sing to the farmers as they return from the fields on starry nights. Their lute strings sing, their lyrics ring, and their tiny, tired world is made glad.