If it's good enough, I might turn it into a legit long term RP biggrin
Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 3:16 pm
King Verrik of BF
A Diadem of Dead Stars
If it's good enough, I might turn it into a legit long term RP biggrin
In that case, wouldn't you want to have a hand in the lore creation? Were I in your position, I know I would.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2016 6:32 pm
A collection of songs and verses. work in progress
(I) The Ballad of the Beginning
Ne'er was a land as sweet as this With vales and mountains high Touch'd so with gold and riches full Beneath the endless sky
'Ere darkened days and thoughtless rage Of men upon the earth Flow'd wine and joy and song and dance And merriment from hearth
Yet folly made the warriors seek For treasures yet in store; So dull with gold, in boredom's name Was peace sought nevermore
So comrades turned to bitter hate Kin turned against their kin Blood sow'd the blesséd soil in vain For pyhrric bouts to win
And longer still the battles raged In tale and legend famed Afore one stemmed the tides of blood And Brightfield rightly claimed
Ne'er was a land as sweet as this With vales and mountains high Touch'd so with gold and riches full Beneath the endless sky Beneath the endless sky Beneath the blood-red sky
(II) The Song of The Rider
The blood was thick upon the plain On rust and ruin in the rain And neither side had thought to yield To catch the blows upon his shield And hide among the wilting flow'r To pass each dying daylight hour But through the howls of dying men The shadow rode on through again.
At first he raised no battlecry No flag was heaved up to the sky The rider merely charged ahead And silent through the ranks he sped Then mace was raised in armoured fist While quiet from behind the mist The sun's rays cast a reddish glow To light the face of man below.
When at first blow the mace had struck Fool's courage from the men to pluck They rallied 'hind opposéd flag In numbers strong to rend and rag But iron through skull was savage reaved And heads all from their shoulders cleaved And through the howls of dying men The shadow rode on through again.
They drew back all with milk-white fear Cowered at tow'ring figure here As high above the gauntlet raised Sunset upon the helm was blazed And light from out the setting sun Gilded the face of no man; none Could fain believe in startled eyes - So fair a maiden's cruel disguise.
And as the soldiers started forth The black horse rear'd and faced the north And upon the maiden's flaxen head She set her helmet; touch'd with red Were mace and arms and armor all The silent Rider, sitting tall And through the howls of dying men The shadow rode on through again.
At once they raised a fierce cry And in each soldier's frenzied eye Flamed burning hate, but curious too Men of both flags united true To thwart, to see the Rider thrown From horse and creature so unknown But as they ponder'd through the night The shadow rode on out of sight.
(III) The Tale of Aradhelben
I
Of golden heart and silver tongue Was Aradhelben bold For he had found the scorned and shunned (Or so the legends told)
Given to them a mailéd hand Of friend and leader twain And stern in mien, with steady tone He rose upon the plain
What remnants of the broken men The Rider left behind Were frail in flesh and weak in bone And yet more so in mind
"Come, comrades now, come one and all Not fallen on this field I'll give thee hope and give thee life Ne'er more to battle yield;
Come women, children, wives and sons To gather up your dead For though we grieve we must go on 'Till dawning in their stead
Come widows, gallants, wounded all 'Afore the night draws near And nurse your scars and sorrows but Remember what pass'd here."
"Our time is turned to tears and grief But swiftly comes the morn With ev'ry smile each darkened hour Is a new day yet born
So ply your tools of trade and toil Take up your sword and spear When morning comes we'll rise in hope And build what once lay here."
II
III
One autumn night when clouds glow'd red And fire drown'd out the sky Came shadow swiftly o'er hill As ev'ning did draw nigh
Though horse and rider shadow'd were By mist upon the town No soldier dared approach the man As he came riding down
Though none could tell the name or face Unkown was he, they swore An old man sat by roadside vow'd He' seen the shade before
To old man, child, friend or foe The Rider gave no heed But straight towards the castle rode Upon his shadow steed
And as he pass'd, around his torso Gleam'd a savage mace And blood froze in the old man's veins Who stared with anguish'd face
He clatter'd up the cobbl'd road He rode on up the hill And to the castle gates he came Intent upon one will
And through the gates and through the yard The horse and shadow burst And there were those within that house Who'd glimps'd the rider curs'd
But none had speed enough to warn The venerable king The rider went on through the halls A promis'd end to bring
Where king and court were nightly joined The gallop slow'd to count There, rider stopp'd and bow'd his head To from his horse dismount
He utter'd not a single sound And stoop'd to curtsy there Then helm was dashéd to the ground To show a count'nance fair
For helm had hid no grizzled head; She'd agéd not a day The mace in hand was famed in myth A dozen men to slay
The Rider stepp'd across the stones And survey'd round the room And nodded; as if satisfied With choosing this his tomb
Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 4:30 pm
King Verrik of BF
A Diadem of Dead Stars
If it's good enough, I might turn it into a legit long term RP biggrin
Does BF have any lore to speak of? I'm talking founding-era stuff.
Because these are all OCs and I'm making s**t up as I go.
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