Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24760123-20150819003026/@comment-27783182-20150831182801

Naissance grabbed the lute and started thinking of a song. She played the first few notes.

"Echoes from the west, great hammers will fall..."

"Under high rocks, all will answer the call..."

"Bring us your arms, Pariahs of yore..."

"All faces turn now to war..."

Her voice was almost angelic, but her thoughts would say otherwise.

"Exiles of the ash, stare through crimson glow..."

"Guards of the north, sing their songs of the snow...

"Bring us the breath of the marshes and rain..."

"Courage is rising again!"