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