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Song Of Hrormir
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|Song Of Hrormir|
|Song of Hrormir|
Increases Two-handed skill.
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- Son of Hrorgar
- Summoned to the Court of Vjindak,
- Son of Vjinmore, King of Evensnow.
- "Mighty caster of magic,
- I charge thee to go to Aelfendor,
- For its hoary Warriors do threaten my Land
- And bring forth their cousin Demons
- To terrify my People."
- Son of Hrorgar
- Heard the Words of Vjindak Evensnow.
- "By Icestaff,
- Surely I would help thee
- But I have already a Quest to drink
- Twelve Flagons of Mead in one Hour,
- And then to bed four Wenches,
- Twice each.
- So I must with grace decline."
- The King he did not smile
- At Hrormir and his jolly Spirit.
- "By thine Honor
- Must thou aidest my Cause
- For must thou takest up the Sword
- Of thy Companion Darfang
- Who took the Quest and failed."
- Hrormir laughed.
- "Now I know thou jest.
- My boon Mate Darfang wouldst not fail.
- There be no finer Bladesman.
- If thou chargest him, he wouldst not fall."
- "I did not say he fell.
- He joined the Dark Kings of Aelfendor
- And by doing so dishonored
- Himself and thee, his Friend."
- Hrormir could not believe the Words,
- And yet, he knew Eversnow
- Didst not lie.
- So for twenty Days and three rodeth he
- To the Land of Night, the Kingdom of Fear,
- Where the Peasants ever carried Candles
- Knowing what Evil awaiteth them
- Should they stray beyond the Glow.
- The Sovereigncy of three Dark Kings:
- There, Torch in Hand, didst Hrormir
- Pass through haunted Countryside
- And frightened Villages,
- And through the black Gates
- Of the blacker Castle of Aelfendor.
- The three Dark Kings didst sneer
- At the sight of mighty Hrormir
- And summoned they their Champion
- Darfang the Blade.
- "My boon Companion!"
- Hrormir called in the Hall of Night.
- "I dare not trust my Eyes,
- For then I wouldst believe
- That thou hast joined with Evil,
- And turned thy Way from Honor
- And Brotherhood!"
- Darfang the Blade didst cry.
- "If thou dost not go now,
- One of us must die, for I hate thee!"
- But Hrormir was battle ready,
- And in the echoing Halls of Night
- The Blade of Darfang
- And the Staff of Hrormir
- Didst strike again and yet again.
- Mighty Warriors and Mages both,
- The boon Companions now Foes,
- Shook Mundus with their War.
- They might have fought for a Year
- If there were Sun in Aelfendor
- To mark Time,
- And either Hrormir or Darfang
- May verily have won.
- But Hrormir saweth through the Dark
- The Tears in the Eyes of his former Friend,
- And then he saweth the Shadow of Darfang
- Wert not his own.
- And so with Icestaff, he did strike
- Not Darfang, but his Shadow, which cried.
- "Hold, Mortal Man!"
- The Shadow becameth the Hag,
- Bent and twisted, in her Cloak and Hood.
- From her faceless Shadows, she hissed.
- "Mortal Man called Hrormir
- The Soul of thy boon Companion
- Is my Plaything,
- But I will take thine in trade,
- For though ye both have strong Arms,
- Thou hast the more clever Mind
- Which my Sons the Dark Kings need
- For a Champion of Aelfendor."
- Hrormir the brave didst not take a Breath
- Or pause before he boldly said.
- "Shadowy Hag, release Darfang,
- And thou mayst use me as thou will."
- The Hag didst laugh and freed Darfang.
- "To save thine Honor this thou hast done,
- But now thou must be without Honor
- Mortal Man, as the Champion
- Of the Dark Kings, my Heirs of Gray Maybe,
- Thou must help them divide Aelfendor,
- And love me,
- Thy Shadowy Hag and thy Mistress well."
- For his loss of Honor,
- And his dear Friend's Sacrifice,
- Noble Darfang prepared to take his Dagger
- And plunge it in his good Heart,
- But Hrormir stayed his Brother's Hand and whispered.
- "No, boon Companion,
- Wait for me at the Village Banquet Hall."
- And then did Darfang the Blade leave the Castle
- While Hrormir took the withered Claw
- Of the Hag, and pressed it to his Lips.
- "Shadowy Hag, to thee I pledge
- To only honor thy black Words
- To turn my back on Truth
- To aid thy Dark Kings' Ambition
- To divide their Inheritance fairly
- To love thee
- To think thee beautiful."
- Then to the Chamber in the Heart of Night
- Hrormir and the Hag did retire
- Kissed he there her wrinkled Lips
- And her wrinkled, sagging Breasts,
- For ten Days and Nights and three did Hrormir
- And his Icestaff
- Battle thus.
- Then Sweet Kynareth blew honeyed Winds
- O'er the Hills and Forest Glens of Aelfendor,
- And the Caress of warm blooded Dibella
- Coaxed the Blossoms to wanton Display
- So that Aelfendor became a Garden
- Of all the Senses.
- The frightened Servants of the Dark Kings
- Woke to find there was naught to fear
- And through the once dark Streets of the Village
- Came the Cries of Celebration.
- In the Banquet Hall of the Village
- Hrormir and his boon Companion Darfang
- Embraced and drank of rich Mead.
- The Shadowy Hag too was smiling,
- Sleeping still in her soft Bed,
- Until the morning Sun touched her naked Face
- And she awoke, and saw All,
- And knew All saw her.
- And she cried out:
- "Mortal Man!"
- Night fell fast upon the Land
- As the Hag flew into the Banquet Hall
- Casting blackest Darkness in her Wake
- But all the Celebrants still could see
- Her Anger
- In her monstrous Face
- And they shook with Fear.
- The Hag had said the Kingdom was
- To be divided among her Heirs.
- But Aelfendor had been kept whole
- While her Children divided,
- Drawn and quartered.
- Hrormir was mightily amused.
- He swallowed his Laughter
- In his Mead,
- For none should laugh outright
- At the Daedra Lord Nocturnal.
- Without her gray Cowl of shadowed Night,
- Her hideous Face forced the Moons
- To hide themselves.
- Hrormir the mighty did not quail.
- "Wherest be thine Hood, shadowy hag?"
- "Mortal Man hast taken it from me unaware.
- When I awoke, my Face unmasked,
- My Kingdom cast into the Light,
- My Dark King Heirs in Pieces cast,
- And here, my Champion smiles.
- Yet in truth, thou kept thy Promise truly,
- To never keep thy Promise true."
- Son of Hrorgar
- Bowed to the Hag, his Queen.
- "And evermore,
- 'Til thou releaseth me, will I serve thee so."
- "A clever Mind in a Champion
- Is a much overvalued Trait."
- The Hag released Hrormir's Soul
- And he released her Hood.
- And so in the Light of darkest Dark,
- She left Aelfendor evermore.
- And after drinking twelve Flagons of Mead,
- And bedding four Wenches
- Twice each,
- Did Darfang return to Eversnow
- With Hrormir
- Son of Hrorgar.— Song of Hrormir