Post by longearmage on Apr 19, 2009 22:28:25 GMT -5
Bundles of broadsheets arrive at Purple Dragon garrisons across the realm. The instructions are to pass it out to townsfolk as well as the garrisoned soldiers. High Horn receives several of these bundles.
The broadsheets appear to have several songs printed on them.
Choruses from High Horn
Darkharp
Looking down on tops of trees
And into valleys deep!
Looking up at mortered walls
Of a stout and sturdy keep!
Arrows come like falling snow
From the bridge and ridges steep!
Their cold piercing to the bone
Like a rain of hail and sleet!
Looking down the mountain pass
And into blinding snows!
Looking up at readied shields
Like lurking hungry crows!
Listening to sounding horns
On the icy winds that blow!
Their howling pierces bravest
Hearts to send them racing home!
Looking down at shattered ranks
Thier blood a frozen fountain!
Looking down on broken foes
Below a pristine bastion!
Gazing up in helpless awe
At defenders filled with passion!
Like a mighty purple dragon
Perched atop the rising mountain!
Chorus from The Cormyte's Boast
And in this land I'll proudly stand
Until my dying day, sir.
For whate'er king o'er all command
I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir.
The Soldier's Cry at High Horn
As foes march through the snow
We soldiers here all know
Never shall they end her
While we still defend her
High Horn will never fall!
As snow fills up the pass
Scout spies through looking-glass
Vict'ry on the horizon
We've troops to keep our eyes on
High Horn, that proud bastion!
We watch and wait for sign
It's almost that time.
Bold to face the foe!
Their blood on pristine snow!
High Horn will stand triumphant!
The broadsheets appear to have several songs printed on them.
Choruses from High Horn
Darkharp
Looking down on tops of trees
And into valleys deep!
Looking up at mortered walls
Of a stout and sturdy keep!
Arrows come like falling snow
From the bridge and ridges steep!
Their cold piercing to the bone
Like a rain of hail and sleet!
Looking down the mountain pass
And into blinding snows!
Looking up at readied shields
Like lurking hungry crows!
Listening to sounding horns
On the icy winds that blow!
Their howling pierces bravest
Hearts to send them racing home!
Looking down at shattered ranks
Thier blood a frozen fountain!
Looking down on broken foes
Below a pristine bastion!
Gazing up in helpless awe
At defenders filled with passion!
Like a mighty purple dragon
Perched atop the rising mountain!
Chorus from The Cormyte's Boast
And in this land I'll proudly stand
Until my dying day, sir.
For whate'er king o'er all command
I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir.
The Soldier's Cry at High Horn
As foes march through the snow
We soldiers here all know
Never shall they end her
While we still defend her
High Horn will never fall!
As snow fills up the pass
Scout spies through looking-glass
Vict'ry on the horizon
We've troops to keep our eyes on
High Horn, that proud bastion!
We watch and wait for sign
It's almost that time.
Bold to face the foe!
Their blood on pristine snow!
High Horn will stand triumphant!