Post by Lucy Van Pelt on Apr 4, 2020 13:26:28 GMT
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Using your advanced Kai Mastery, from the hillock upon which you stand, you raise your voice to be heard by the entire army, drowning out the battle cries and howls of the enemy, like a tribune of the Senate of Arlcor.
“Proud warriors of Sommerlund! Defenders of the Sun-realm! Their Darklord masters are no more! They think these abominations will weaken your nerve, but they forget who you are. You are The Children of Kian and Ulnar! The bane of the Darklords. You are Sommlending!”
Vengeful Sommlending battle cries and the clatter of swords on shields echo back from the mass of troops. ‘For Sommerlund!’ ‘For the House of Ulnar!’ Somewhere, a lone voice takes up the Sommersang, the national anthem of Sommerlund, and soon more than four thousand voices have joined in booming chorus,
The Sommer Isles are home no more
The yellow oak bore us ashore
Sommlending sun we blessed be
Sommlending sun for King and thee
By Light and Law
Our strength secure
Our vows endure
The Dark beyond the mountains
Acorn and Oak
We strong folk
We sons and daughters of the sun
The blood of the Lord
In our veins doth run
Sommlending sun we blessed be
Sommlending sun for King and thee
Throughout, you have not taken an eye away from the undead vanguard. They creep forward all along, with a deathly slowness, indifferent to the battle cries of your warriors. But this was anticipated. You silently will them on, and as they approach the invisible line drawn between your two forces, you bellow as loudly as you can:
“For Sommerlund and the Kai!’
“Proud warriors of Sommerlund! Defenders of the Sun-realm! Their Darklord masters are no more! They think these abominations will weaken your nerve, but they forget who you are. You are The Children of Kian and Ulnar! The bane of the Darklords. You are Sommlending!”
Vengeful Sommlending battle cries and the clatter of swords on shields echo back from the mass of troops. ‘For Sommerlund!’ ‘For the House of Ulnar!’ Somewhere, a lone voice takes up the Sommersang, the national anthem of Sommerlund, and soon more than four thousand voices have joined in booming chorus,
The Sommer Isles are home no more
The yellow oak bore us ashore
Sommlending sun we blessed be
Sommlending sun for King and thee
By Light and Law
Our strength secure
Our vows endure
The Dark beyond the mountains
Acorn and Oak
We strong folk
We sons and daughters of the sun
The blood of the Lord
In our veins doth run
Sommlending sun we blessed be
Sommlending sun for King and thee
Throughout, you have not taken an eye away from the undead vanguard. They creep forward all along, with a deathly slowness, indifferent to the battle cries of your warriors. But this was anticipated. You silently will them on, and as they approach the invisible line drawn between your two forces, you bellow as loudly as you can:
“For Sommerlund and the Kai!’
I dont seem to be able to understand the poem or riddle. But i am buying book 31 if and only if it releases.
