Yo here ya some shanties mate.

Both based on if the Waterfront Riot never happened and the Speculatus family got to live out their lives as they saw fit.

Piper creates an Armor-Fashion scene
[hider=Mistress of Plate]
Oh me Johnnies, have ye heard of the craze?

The new craze at the end of the Golden Road?

Sailors, Nobles and Artists, too, all spend their days,

Hollerin' for the lass...with the pretty red bow.

In Anvil there lives a beautiful girl,

With her lovely locks all in a whirl,

And on her wrist sits...a pretty red bow!

They say she spent her young-life with a blade,

Waiting to be sent off to enforce the Empire's ways.

Well, she spends her days wearing hard plate,

But hear me, boys, this'll be the strangest one to date!

She wears her heavy plate,

And walks along the runway,

Hearing her sweeties hollering,

Hollering for the lass...with the pretty red bow.

Oh, the chainmail hugs her pretty curves,

And her smile so bright it burns!

When she turns to you, this Mistress of Plate,

By Dibella, you'll swear the meeting was fate!

Oh they'll leave to draw up anchor,

To shop for pastries at the baker,

But they always come back for her.

Hollering for the lass...with the pretty red bow.[/hider]

Sagax joins the Legion and makes a name for himself

[hider=The Knife of Cyrodiil]
Sit down young sailorboy, rest your heels,

And let me tell you a tale of the Knife of Cyrodiil.

Sired by a Legion father,

born out of a Legion mother,

yet he knew nothing of war's slaughter.

But when the time came to serve,

he waited not but one moment,

my boy, he jumped up with a surge.

He declared "I will become the greatest soldier!"

He swore any burden he would gladly shoulder,

Be it blade, armor or a boulder.

One day along the Gold Coast

he patrolled amongst the green trees.

It was there he met bandits, numbering twenty and three

lead by a man named Henry Martine.

"Hold there, hold there!" shouted Henry Martine,

"This land's bounty be for me!"

But our brave soldier would not budge,

he looked at Martine as if he were sludge.

"Oh no, oh no, Henry Martine, none of Cyrodiil is for thee!"

"If you wish to live yet another day, you and yours shall leave with me!"

But old Martine refused the command, but nor did he flee,

instead he challenged the man and his force, to decide who would go free.

Blades clashed, and blood flew

Fresh crimson replacing the morning dew.

Oh Henry Martine was thrown to his knees, his men now numbering three

He begged "have mercy for me, I shall go with thee!"

But he would hear none of his pleas.

"Oh no, oh no, Henry Martine, your time has come to an end!"

"I gave you a chance, yet you overestimated your ken..."

"And now no longer will you stalk among the trees!"

And so was his blade brought low, brought low

Into the brow of Henry Martine and all those in his tow.

His head was stuck on a pike along the Golden Road,

A sign to others that they too would be brought low.

All wicked then knew they would be struck no deals,

by the man known as the Knife of Cyrodiil.
[/hider]

I wrote Piper's to be less serious, but then I decided to go SRS MODE for Sagax's. I think there's decent contrast.