Olathssin's Epos

[Llu]

An elf just wandered by,
he asked me, where I came from
and this was my reply:

"From my mother I did come,
a banished drow, so beautiful.
She vowed to Xeen, her saviour:

'Thou art immensely merciful,
thee, I owe my life and more.
My children and myself, I plea,
will serve thee for eternity.'"

[Llu]

My bow I carried, shot one down:
the goblins are afoot!
To my aid one came, a knight!
And with him I did shoot.

~
Goren Harpolis, his name,
a soldier, brave and sound.
I will tell you of his fame,
his prowess, sword and sound:

Bravely he strode, clad in silver,
with his mighty steel.
Onward he strode, his shield in hand,
making monsters kneel.

Goren, Soldier, Harpolis,
Name, Profession, Prophecy.
Goren, Mighty, Harpolis,
Fame, Profession, Legacy.

Again he strode, his weapon drawn,
against the lycanthrope.
With honor strode the knight once more,
and one more there was hope.

Goren, Generous, Harpolis,
Name, Profession, Prophecy.
Goren, Knightly, Harpolis,
Fame, Profession, Legacy.
~

[Llu]

A giant man, fierce and strong,
crossed my path today.
Of him I wrote the following song,
in which I'd gladly say:
Honour to this man, this tree,
who helped me, without fee.

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Strong as a tree, mighty be,
Bog, that was his name.
With flail in hand, he came,
and smashed a goblin band.

Tall as towers, awful powers,
Half-Giant was his race.
With wooden shield, in iron case,
defied what kobolds wield.
-

With him I helped my fellow bard,
who lost her precious ornament.
Returned it to her. And she was glad,
her eyes clear as the firmament.

[Llu]

a wizard asked of me today
if I could bring him please
the essence of a will 'o' wisp
i said: of course! with ease!

I knew where I could find such things
and I headed back to hlint
I bought some wood and steel and flint
and walked towards the sawmp

there I met a lady tall
and a ranger, bow and all
the lady summoned something great
a spirit, wingèd, armed by fate

a beautiful being, bow in hand
a spirit of passion, crossed the land

[Llu]

Green was her garb and red was her hair
a brownie: little, quick and fair
the razorsharp sword, she carried well
sending the goblins quickly to hell

she feigned and she fended
and gracef'lly she mended
that wound we call goblins
but soon this all ended...

the horde was too strong
although she fought bravely
she did nothing wrong
I died, though she tried
to save me