Ballad of Harrison's Return 1017 p.e.w.

The Ballad of Harrison’s Return – heard chanted by soldiers first in the year one thousand and seventeen post essence wars. The battle of Silverthorne city occurred in one thousand fifteen, followed by the fall of Vaunephasauk in one thousand sixteen.

In the fell north woods
Where few heroes dwell
Men brave rain under hoods
And harvest grain in fair dells.

Here came the call
At kingdom’s dark hour
That the throne should fall
If no help rode south with power.

Though weakened with age
And betrayed by his kin
The old duke called his page
To order a return to battle’s din.

His true heir is armed and geared
And rides with the dawn
O’er mountains and desert seared
The shield-bearers carry tirelessly on.

Through their dark hours
Siege befell the silver cities gates
And griffon riding mages beset glittering towers
While brave men strove to hold back dark fate.

The volcanic rim rang to fell sound
The loyal kings men pushed to watery weirs
Many of the guard backed to thornebay to drown
Not knowing hope was near.

Then steam bitten morning cleared
To the roar of rising steam columns
From dwarven sea engines holding shear
Their decks with soldiers whose feet nigh flown.

From behind the serried ranks of Vauns’ sorcerous host
Laid in the fresh soldiers beneath a golden lion
Lead by fair haired young knight who moved like a ghost
His streaming banners to destroy dark’s scions;

Whose foul magiks did corrupt
The galleries of our state
And betrayed great houses with wills abrupt
Now were routed to flee the torn gates.

Pushed back to retreat, confused, they contemplate the golden discuss,
The host wrought great doom
The high magus charged the great focus
And in high sorcery wrought death to their own.

The land of Vaun now is ruin,
Haunted and tainted by that which once was,
And through bitter tears of victory the host rode in
To find empty the city of elements was.

A new hero arisen from the conflict
Brought honor back to end family shame
He bears the name of Harrison and his eyes glare direct
With the fire of bright justice and a reputation spreading like wild flame.

Named duke at his father’s death,
Who was poisoned at the hand of his own dark twin,
Now returned to the slopes of cold mountain breath
He leads a people freed by courage, and loyal to Silverthorne ever shall he victory win.