Difference between revisions of "The Sack of Havenreach"
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==The Sack of Havenreach==
==The Sack of Havenreach==
soothed the balmy sand,
smother the dead shore,
from far come for war,
Bashtur’s blessing they march,
city of riches in the morning horizon.
dawn came the calls of fear,
city’s gate closed to the warriors,
the north treader’s call,
wall did form,
brothers in rank.
did rain down,
besieged taking action,
fluttering of the bow,
heavy hands the wall fell,
northman’s charge led the way.
longer had the siege waited,
walls on the ground the traders yielded,
was stripped to ash,
a men fell in a fortnight,
the North Treaders command,
range was a paradise no more.
a man had earned his honor,
had earned their wealth,
had perished on the field,
many returned to home.
Revision as of 13:57, 1 February 2018
|The Sack of Havenreach|
“The Sack of Havenreach” is a old Hedrylli Glorification Song, passed down via word-of-mouth from Skalds and shamans for over two hundred years.This particular tune tells the tale of the Grand Host’s largest raid in Ithania, on the coastal city of La Portée du Paradis or “Havenreach” to most other cultures. While having no noted original author, most credit is gifted to the warrior poets that served in the raiding on that day. Of course, with multiple authors and two hundred years worth of telling, each account of the poem differs, though most of the time only slightly. Many historians conclude that the poem is a symbol of the Kingdom of Hedryll and the Grand Host’s history raiding overseas, pillaging, and looting neighboring kingdoms.
The Sack of Havenreach
- Waves soothed the balmy sand,
- Ships smother the dead shore,
- Warriors from far come for war,
- with Bashtur’s blessing they march,
- A city of riches in the morning horizon.
- With dawn came the calls of fear,
- A city’s gate closed to the warriors,
- With the north treader’s call,
- The wall did form,
- Shield brothers in rank.
- Quarrels did rain down,
- The besieged taking action,
- The fluttering of the bow,
- With heavy hands the wall fell,
- The northman’s charge led the way.
- No longer had the siege waited,
- With walls on the ground the traders yielded,
- Havenreach was stripped to ash,
- Many a men fell in a fortnight,
- Under the North Treaders command,
- The range was a paradise no more.
- Many a man had earned his honor,
- Many had earned their wealth,
- Many had perished on the field,
- And many returned to home.
- The poem itself is still despised in Ithania to this day. Many Principalities have outright banned the song.
- When teaching students about Northern Culture or poetry, this poem is often read first, along with Greenface.