Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24760123-20150819003026/@comment-24760123-20150901003222

HolyWyvern wrote: 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!" "They sing songs of Sovngarde in the north,"

"In Morrowind, the sons and daughters of the Tribunal ride forth..."

"From the black marshes, the children of the Hist bring forth the endless stars,"

"Arise my brothers, for now we go to war!"

Aryon continued, not leaving the Dominion forgotten.

"Sons of the moon, harken to your queen,"

"Come now, children of the forests green!"

"Arise, people of the Isles fair!"

"Blood is in the air, Arise, and wage war!"