Ille Draconum

The Ille Draconum is the most famous epic poem in Eon.  The following are all the excerpts which were provided on the Facebook group.
==Book 0==
Where is that dragon?
== Book 1 ==
=== Verse 1 ===
Sing, Fates, of the Legends of Ages,And of the mighty beasts, vile creatures, sent downIn their multitudes to the seven hells by their spearsAnd the many more who dared listen forthTo their rumor, spread far and wide, flitting likeThe leaf of a summer poppy on the pensive breeze,And who never dared take arm against the rule of man.Not if I had a thousand mouths or a thousand voicesCould I number the men who fought those beasts.From Nyasa there was proud Telamore, with sixOaken longships and a dozen men of strong fortitudein brush’d silver armor as was their way. Beneath himWas wily Mass’s son, philosopher renowned, Heckle,From Baulder, wise city, and schooled in the clever artsOf rhetoric and warfare, as in keeping with his line,And crafty Hjartlos’s son, fairfolk guard of Eldergrin,Hjartlos, of the wild winds, the master of strong stormsAnd his steed Yarnwell, beautiful sister fighting bird,With sharp talons and shimmering beak, whose temperFlew soft like a willow on the wind. And there was piousGabriel, fine warrior of infernal blood, beloved ofBoccob, lord of all magic, who rules all the kingdomsOf the Outlands with great power, regent Excelsior
And many others, more multitudes than any tongue.
=== Verse 2 ===
Searching the northlands they came to Goneril,Poor settlement, whence hung the sigil of Barron,And Goneus’s son Ganth-il, impious commander,Who struggles endless with Grummish for theFields of plenty and honor. War brewed amongThe gods, from the East the Discordians and NorthThe Harmonians roared for each other's holy bood.From the north wind that night a storm blew, guidedBy malfeasant fate, a vile angel, of rotted wings and mouth,Whose cold breath sucked men’s souls and who’s horrid
Hide knew no weakness but the harsh sting of fire.
== Book 2 ==
=== Verse 1 ===
Heroes of old I sing, who first made wayAlong the bitter road, from brazen gateOf Goneril, to stagnant pool of Mudvayne Flat,on the blessed strand of Orc. Smitten by violencefrom shore and northwind, the son of Telaminustraced high along the mountain path, wily Heckle,since transformed, his guide. Simun, choice sonof tyrant gods, whose twelve heads twelve timesagainst the wine-dark depths fell and twelve timesmore in deathless wrath emerged, wild driven byblackened rage across Erithnian hills to the rushingbanks of Oileus, of salmon plenty, and to Aeolia.once more in his divine father’s craft found refugeand bore close the waters of blustery winterto seek vengeance upon the beacon of his murder.Upon the hilly rock the wily band made rest,
and awoke once more in the garden of discontent.
=== Verse 2 ===
O fate, the causes tell! What sacrilege,what vengeful sorrow, what consuming pride movedthe earthly king to thrust on dangers dark and endless toil?A man whose largest honor in men’s eyes was defeating heaven?Can men such anger feel the wrath of so condemned?
what folly, the god said, for even gods are sung their destiny.
=== Verse 3 ===
To the north lay Icewin, whence arose the race of halfmen,old Raven’s reverend lords, and her hills wide walled,imperial Gathus lay, happy village, and Samos, pious watcher.It is said Cuthbert, of all lands he loved, most cherished this.If fate opposed not, it was his darling hopeto establish here, but anxiously he heardthat of the Rillian blood there was a breedthen rising, which upon the destined day,should utterly o’erwhelm his Nevian walls,a people of wide sway and conquest proud,impious bold souls, should compass Icewin’s doom.Such was the fear of Arcadia’s son, for remembered hewell what long and unavailing strife he wagedfor the godhead of Jergal, and the ascension of Halal,Myrkul and Avimeus to the mortal thrones of Prime.His city protected with an army of cudgels, the godturned his back and south, and to warmer seas.thus was the song the fatal seers sung, and Samos,pious watcher, trifle guardian to a godhead forgotten,waited long for Harmonium, the end of mortal days,
And conquest from the East.
== Book 4 ==
=== Verse 1 ===
Whenceforth man's offspring rescued and fate denied,Goneus's son stood proud, the blood cold in his veins,having last felt the warmth of his mortal lifeupon the shining hills and glowing depths of the Abyss.Frozen once more the fates of dead men stood,And rose then on Prime a great silenceAs god and man took pause from bloodied struggle,Like maidens weighed with troughs of levied wine uponThe hill Erithnia, might sit and rest towards journey back,To watch in bated silence the destiny of immortal Tyranny.So watched Avimeus, first godking defender of the Latter Ageof Harmonian fame. So watched Myrkul, sower of hatred andRevolution, Discordian warrior strong, from their lightning'd sky.Both gods and men were silent as the godhead from JergalFell unto he hands of a most unworthy heir. Rebec-is of theGoneus, Daughter of Ganth-il, and mother divine on towardsthe Strand of Orc held the holy writ, and only greedy Tiamat,
Crusher of the Impious, begrudged the ill-gained gift.
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