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| == '''"the Legend of Vanguard"''' == | | == '''"the Legend of Vanguard"''' == |
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− | === '''THE VANGUARD WARNING''' ===
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− | :: "The times's long gone" the old man said.
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− | :: "You've come too late, my son.
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− | :: You'll see them not in this sad age, our time is long since done
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− | :: A hundred years ago and more, they ravaged or’ this land."
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− | :: His voice was tough but his voice said "Aye lad I understand."
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− | :: For I had walked 'cross half a world to hide from lizard eyes
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− | :: Feared of spying the dragon wings as they still soar the skies.
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− | :: "You must have come from far indeed," he said with knowing eyes.
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− | :: "The word has gone afar and wide that they prey from our skies.
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− | :: "Sit down a while, young lad. Let me tell you a tale
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− | :: Of a dragon streaming down the wind, midnight bright on it’s scales
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− | :: A tale my grandfather told me when I was but a lad,
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− | :: For I too know the dragon's draw, I'd fain not leave you sad."
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− | :: And so I sat down at his feet, upon a tuft of grass,
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− | :: And listened as he spun a tale of beasts of scaley mass,
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− | :: With scales darker than sunder shard, wings blotting out the sun,
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− | :: Higher by far than the Enemy Crow soar when Vanguard comes you run.
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− | :: He told of thunder and bile greater far than any work of men,
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− | :: Of wisdom born in aeons past and held in trust since then.
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− | :: His eyes were pale with terrored gleam as dusk crept down the sky,
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− | :: I knew he heard an older voice, from when he, just like I,
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− | :: Had sat and listened to the tale, hanging on every word
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− | :: From one who might have seen it true, in a more monstrous world
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− | :: He told it as much for himself as he told it for me
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− | :: For his heart knew the fear too those deadly wings to see.
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− | :: At last his tale drew to a close and with one breath we sighed
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− | :: Imagining a brighter age before Aryth’s 3rd Age died
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− | :: When elves roamed in the woods and giants still were seen
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− | :: And mountain valleys echoed with Anaximath’s fearless scream
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− | :: When wizards walked upon the Aryth with magic in their eyes
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− | :: When elves lived side by side with men the Dragons always ruled the skies.
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− | :: "Well that's the tale" he said at last. "My grandpa told to me
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− | :: He said he saw with his own eyes its wings over the Pellurian Sea
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− | :: I hope one day it flews into the west never again to fly
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− | :: Above the hills of this sundered land." He heaved a heavy sigh
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− | :: And said to me "Well I must go, the sun is nearly set
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− | :: My wife will have the dinner done, and home's a long walk yet
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− | :: Perhaps you'll come and eat with us? Though there’s little to go 'round."
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− | :: Though his offer sore tempted me, I stood and looked around
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− | :: Then politely I did decline -- "I too must go," said I
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− | :: And he gave me a knowing look, and briefly caught my eye
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− | :: I turned and walked back down the hill, towards the ghostly town
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− | :: That slumbered quietly 'round the Bluff where I had come aground.
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− | :: Back to my skiff I made my way, and raised the sail once more
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− | :: And with the sunset on my face, I turned my back to shore
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− | :: Ahead lay naught but open sea, I saw no hint of land
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− | :: But still I set the tiller with a firm and steady hand
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− | :: For somewhere to the north it soars and colder becomes my course lies,
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− | :: 'Till I have found that old old Dragon that now rules the skies.
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− | :: Now I have travelled a thousand miles and I'll move many more
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− | :: And storm and wreck I'll gladly brave as I have braved before
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− | :: Though empty is the open sea and bitter winter's storms
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− | :: Emptier still's a fearful soul and crueler is the scorn
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− | :: Of those who do not dare to hope and cling to hearth-fire's glow
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− | :: I left them without looking back many a year ago.
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− | :: So now this sea is my road all through the starlit night
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− | :: 'Till the sun rises at my back and in the dawn's grey light
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− | :: I see the shore long and low a half day's sail away
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− | :: Hid under heavy looming clouds not yet lit by the day
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− | :: Yet as dawn brightens in the sky I see a sudden gleam
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− | :: As the sun's first ray glances from a circling seabird's wing.
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− | :: But surely no bird could be seen as far afield as this
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− | :: And no feather could ever gleam so bright in dawn's first kiss
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− | :: Another shines and still a third, a spark of golden fire
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− | :: From thirty leagues I see Vanguard climb soaring higher and higher
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− | :: Surely nothing but dragon scale could so brazenly shine
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− | :: As they thunder into the air in beauty near divine.
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− | :: I see it clearly though my eyes are filled with tears of joy
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− | :: For finally I've found the thing I first dreamed as a boy
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− | :: My skiff fair flies across the waves, her bow spits spindrift foam
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− | :: Though never have I seen this shore, I feel I'm coming home
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− | :: And overhead the sky is gold and glory fills my eyes
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− | :: The crystal air is wonder pure and Anaximath rules the Skies.
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− | :: Sky-high, blood and bone
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− | :: The shred of wings – as fallen stone
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− | :: Scream that marks the end
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− | :: A warriors hope, the dragon rends
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− | :: HE led me down the darkest trail, so I could face my fear,
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− | :: And now I feel my weakening, I know that He is near.
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− | :: And before He spreads his wings to fly I cover up my eyes,
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− | :: I will fly just one more time, before this warrior dies.
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− | :: He licks the Yellow foamy bile from the dead man’s eye.
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− | :: He feeds upon the maggots that in its stomach lie.
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− | :: He breaths a cursed acid that scorches mans desire
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− | :: And crushes little children 'til they cry.
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− | :: His jaws are dripping wet swth the slime of mortal sin.
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− | :: He acknowledges the world through a black toothed grin.
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− | :: The slime is dripping down upon the unhallow ground
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− | :: And the smell of death to cover where he's been
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− | :: His eyes like glassy beads stare through the soul of man.
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− | :: And see their lives in destitution as only evil can.
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− | :: He has the smell of death upon his rancid breath
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− | :: This has been his way since time began.
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− | :: The lightening flashed and we saw the head of a dragon in the cloud.
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− | :: It seemed he took a deep, long breath and you heard him monstrously loud.
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− | :: The lightening flashed again, alas, you thought he’d gone away;
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− | :: But I heard him roar and I felt reassured he hadn’t had his say.
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− | :: The wind grew still and the air felt sharp; ’Twas only a matter of time
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− | :: ’Til he let loose with all his might his fury on all mankind.
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− | :: What deed was done to unleash his wrath, so Chaos could reign unchecked?
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− | :: What lesson was he teaching man that he’d leave this world so wrecked?
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− | :: Has man grown so wrapped within himself that he no longer considers his friends?
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− | :: Is it that man has a selfish heart that has driven the dragon these ends?
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− | :: Man lacks the strength to control the Vanguard and must wait ’til they appease his lust;
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− | :: But hope of hopes if he displays compassion and wisdom, the dragons will be fair and just.
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− | :: At last the lightening grew dim and weak and the storm began to subside.
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− | :: Those around me breathed a sigh of relief for they thought the dragon had died.
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− | :: Not so, dear friends, for the dragon lives in the fire and the wind and the rain.
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− | :: It will be only a matter of time ’til he chooses to visit again.
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− | :: Let fear and loathing grow in your hearts for that will avert his wrath;
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− | :: Real strength lies in the heart of man as he searches his life’s path.
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− | === '''Acids an' Ash''' ===
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− | :: You haunted its dreams
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− | :: You mocked its worth.
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− | :: Now on the 'morrow, you will have it,
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− | :: this being as old as Aryth.
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− | :: Its body’s as big as a boulder,
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− | :: and armored with acid etched scale.
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− | :: Even the Shadowspawn tremble when,
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− | :: it thrashes it’s hide-carved tail.
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− | :: Its eyes tell a story of terror,
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− | :: They pulse with an angry green flame
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− | :: Surviving with hate of the Enemy.
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− | :: And "Darastrix'ner'sjach"1 is the thing's name.
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− | :: Its teeth butcher as vardatch.
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− | :: Tearing darkwood and steel to shred.
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− | :: Its tattered wings of leather on iron,
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− | :: Dull-ripper claws gore-laden in red .
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− | :: Each weapon is as fierce as the other,
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− | :: Acid then Flame brings victorious death.
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− | :: And any it touches must perish,
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− | :: Sent to Shadow Haven by loon baited breath.
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− | :: These tales ends only in pain,
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− | :: a story even odrendor whisper in woe.
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− | :: Dragonkind be the sixth Avatar of Aryth
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− | :: Face a god? Then reap what you sew.
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− | :: All who would foolishly stand
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− | :: At Vanguard's arythquaken crash
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− | :: Remain evermore on that broken field,
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− | :: Nothing left but,
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− | :: acids an' ash.
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− | ::: '''DRACONIC'''
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− | ::::: 1 darastrix'ner'sjach: ''"Vanguard", literally: "dragon spear of shadow", aka. Anaximath''
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