A Land Far Away

Five were we when challenge was answered…
Brave were the four I followed down…
Into corrupted depths we ventured…
With sword and shield held to fore…

Ragnus of Ironlung in bright new armour…
Strode dauntless at Sir Lemuel’s side…
And swathed full in Lathander’s favour…
Sir Blaise made three our forward line….

Three warriors strong, who might oppose us?
And yet another strengthened our force…
My heart abides now with the magus…
Merrin Allister made warriors four…

We found the vampire’s horde at last…
Deep in the Undercellar’s darkness…
With lich and shadow creatures vast…
Came four warriors and a maiden…

Makarin gave up his stolen prize…
For he could not abide it’s power…
He offered then dark compromise…
But Lemuel would have none of it…

With shield to fore and sword held high…
Sir Lemuel charged the vampire’s horde…
Our heroes could not stand idle by…
And charged to Lemuel’s defense…

Arcane vapours filled the air…
Cries of agony and shattered arms…
But ne’er utterance of dispair…
Passed the lips of our heroes…

The lich was sundered in smoldering ash…
Makarin cleft into roiling dust…
Shadows were beaten back and back…
Until none stood yet but two of five…

Three heroes are dead, let none gainsay…
Ragnus of Ironlung and Blaise Dawnbright…
And Sir Lemuel on that fateful day…
Did die as heroes of Baldur’s Gate…

Let peel Three Thunders to mark their passing…
From brave heroes unto honoured dead…
Three in remembrance everlasting…
Take your rest now…Victory is yours

Nice.

Damn, man, stop coming up with such fine verse. You're gonna make me cry!

A lone knight, dessed in polished plate mail and wearing the full regalia of a Helmite Guardian led a simple horse cart north along the Trade Way toward Baldur's Gate from Nashkel. The rear of the carriage bore a simple wooden casket fully draped by a deep blue silk pendant, the Eyed Gauntlet symbol stitched in silver upon it.