Daramlhoardd’s War

Alderod rushed to where Galowyn was held prisoner. He knew what he was about to do would mean a cruel death but he didn’t care. It was the right thing, the only thing to do.
He thought he heard the voice of a highland sprite singing as he approached where the captive elf princess lay.
Brave Xzyander frolic in the meadow green
In the dewy softness of the morn
But be ready when the war horn sounds
For the battle lines are forever closer drawn

Do not feel fear as you face sword and spear
For my steady hands will safely guide you
And if we should die on honours bright field
We’ll ride through the sky together


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