Stormsong

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== Stormsong, The Soul of Azeroth ==
WIP, tell me if I messed up anything - Palayen
Formatting is still under construction, keep adding to the page! - Aeriyth
==Materials==
*Blood of the Mountain, the heart of a Genesaur, and a wolfpelt from Tanaan Jungle along with other various metals from Ashton Ironblood.
*Soil from Azeroth from Mike.
*A feather of pure arcane from the Ranger Lady's pauldrons.
*Three drops of Sunwell water from Acaelus Alkestes.
*The Dawnsreach family necklace from Scout-Captain Ylandra Dawnsreach.
*A dragon egg-shaped crystal imbued with a portion of Dal'litha Manawhisper's life essence.
*Runestone with an inscription of Khaz'Goroth from Foghas.
*A shard off of Ranger Benedict Crimsonshot's bow.
*A shard of Palayen's crystal hammer, imbued with the Light.
*A gem with the blessing of the Sunwell from Vor'taria Ara'lith.
==​General Details==
*Owned by Lt. Stroim Stormbeard of the Dwarven Vanguard
*Forged by Ashton Ironblood of House Ravenshield
== Ballad ==
-Written in a heavily stylized penmanship, the top line read "The Ballad of Stormsong and the Vanguard of Gorgrond, by Ashton Ironblood"-
In the red cliffs of the mountains we breathe
The few, the saddened, our bleed and seethe
The red cliffs of mountains, the blood on our arms
The fire of the foundry, indignant alarms
The shattered planks upon which we tread
The few in the satchel, the brave and the dead
And to all those that stood, they stood one foot less
Their lifeblood spilling onto their breast
The lightning cackled, and feathers flew in the sky
The cries of the damned, our truest alibi
In the red cliffs of the mountain, we mourned our feathers lost
In the red mountainside, did we speak with tongue soft
And the fires they roared, and our hearts we did strike
Atop that crescent moon, did we set our pike
And atop that pike our banners did wave
All the remained, of the few and the brave
Our hearts were with lead, and our spirits were dulled
No song sang that night, no ale draught or poured
With a hammer and anvil, we remembered the deeds
Of the journey we had carved, and the stones that now bleed
We raised our hammers, and told the tales of our dreams in the metal
For the sake of our brothers and sisters, who’s loyalty was fatal
In the red cliffs of the mountains, did we regale
The Path of Glory, and the Jungle’s red trail
In the red cliffs of the mountains, did we surmise
The Flatlands, the Siegeworks, and the Mother’s demise
In the red cliffs of the mountains, did we fight and bleed
Against the Genesaur we rode, and his corpse did we need
And atop our righteous wind, did we fly straight and true
To the gates of the Foundry, it’s metal a reddish hue
And inside, to the woe of the Campaign
Was a Gorian, a comrade’s head on his blade
His men crushed the lines, and plunged into a pit
Many a brave soldier, their lives now forfeit
Among them, a hawk, with the body of lion
Who’s heart and whose wings tamed the horizon
In the pit did he plunge, to save many men
And in the pit did he find his end
In this we remember, the Song of a Storm
A moment in time, in weapon reborn
Reborn in this hammer, a memory so dear
That neither ogre will tremble at the storm coming near.
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