Fanmade Poems

## Tale of Perrianore

by Kolvar Pelfin

*Behold Perrianore, a Sundered Land,*
Torn between the Traitor and a wayward prince's command,

Whose petty war has abolished the Wise Kings legacy,

And destroyed a land filled with great solidarity.

I Shall bear Natura's Authority,

And bring about the Balance of Justice upon this Land,

I Shall bear the Night Child's Curse,

So no Injustice will escape my Wrath.

To restore a land that has been Divided,

One must know who are the misguided,

A wayward Prince, who is short-sighted,

and a Traitorous Bloodline who must be defeated.

Rise up!, descendants of Cunneta,

Whose radiant light of Jynn and Evelyn shines bright,

Even those who bear the Darkness of Ulysses' blight,

For even in Darkness, There shall be Light.

Let Justice be done, Though the Heaven's Fall.

- Kolvar Pelfin, ArchDuke of Perrianore

## Tale of Cyniest

by Kolvar Pelfin

The king of kings,

that shines so bright,

yet beneath that bearings,

hides darkness under the light.

Such pride and vain,

of house and wealth,

forgotten pain,

lies under the felt.

Wars were fought,

hidden plots,

no one thought,

the destruction it brought.

End of time,

has brought back crime,

In this wartime,

that lasts a lifetime.

A childless queen,

like a child so keen,

who could have foreseen,

a future that is evergreen.

- Eichendorff Senning, Duke of Cyniest

## On the Hill of Love

by Kolvar Pelfin

Oh Vortikon, lovestruck by Elven beauty,

but with their constant rejection left his heart Empty.

In his rage and anger, he became bitter,

Thus made mind filled with murder.

A duel with Riddel, left his child Cunneta, fatherless

and made war to the other with such eagerness.

A coalition of Druids against the invaders

but neither wanted to be the Contender.

It was the loneliness that shaped his action,

For when he was rejected by another elven beauty,

He destroyed the home of another lady,

Thus the war for Galtia has come in motion.

Invasion! from the north, Barbarians came,

Upon his shield he helped stopped the flame,

yet, it was his jealousy that is to blame,

For who could ever love a shame.

- Aemilian, Wandering Bard

## An Elegy of an Archmage

by Kolvar Pelfin

How long shall this land be torn,

As an elf that was created and born,

that lives throughout the age,

And sees the world in a different image.

With my Fixed Gaze, No secrets shall escape my sight,

as Naturally Empathetic, Mind and Nature combine into one,

I can perceive the Origin of Everything,

and with My Old Spirit, charming and wise, shall outlive the mortals of this age.

A new threat has emerged and yet we hide,

The forest has been destroyed,

and the artefact's that we took pride,

has now been taken and exploited.

Nessa was kind, but too kind for the World,

and now Brontiach has fallen.

The elven Staff, Falim , has been taken,

and her Armor, Morning Light, became dull and broken.

We have the power to change the world!

and yet we cower in the far edges of our place,

Waiting for a sign, a herald,

To ignite the revolution that will set the world ablaze.

As long as there is Life, there is Hope.

- Eldarenth Zylthana, High Elven Archmage

## A Tale of Fordrassil

by Kolvar Pelfin

Peace and Freedom,

Disturbed by War,

A distant Kingdom,

Marches at our door

Burning Cities,

Bruised by War,

Praise not the deities,

But fight to restore.

Betrayal of our own,

Lead Brontiach's downfall,

Our people Enthralled,

the future Unknown.

Yet we fight,

Till victory is in sight,

Now we wait,

our sacrifices are great.

The sun still shine,

we will not decline,

nor shall we whine,

until the end of time.

- Aldrich, Ranger of Gavin

## A Letter to a Hon

by Kolvar Pelfin

Noble of the East,

Such grace and Elegance,

With slender Appearance

Who could not Resist?

Companion of the Wind,

Intelligent as it is,

whose fortune is good,

and a God-blessed brow.

How delightful it is,

to have met such a person,

whose eyes so slim yet clear of doubt,

such perfection who would not miss?

Please accept my declaration of love,

for there is nothing I would give,

than to hold you in my arms,

give you a sweet kiss.

- A love letter sent by a Mercenary to a Hon Noble

## Tale of the Lost Kingdom

by Kolvar Pelfin

In far distant land, an Ancient Kingdom stood

Whose knowledge on Forbidden Alchemy was their source of power,

As time went by, greed overcame the priesthood,

and turned the people into hideous monster.

They pooled their knowledge In pursuit of Immortality,

Yet, curious experiments turned to atrocity.

Have they sacrificed their humanity?

and turned into a Antithesis.

When the Empire invaded, and destroyed the Kingdom,

Many of renowned alchemist bloodline fled.

faced with extinction, the Merchant Guild have them welcomed,

and many was spared from bloodshed.

Bidding their time, those that survived continued their studies,

their dark eyes and Mark, hearing whispers from an unknown source.

telling tales that is will either come to pass or not.

Were they human or demons? In the end, No one will know truth.

- Calidorus Cinna , Galtian Merchant Guild Researcher

## A Hunter's Tale

by Kolvar Pelfin

In a distant land,

lies something exotic,

None could understand,

a life that is symbiotic.

A hunter yet hunted,

Whose life has been bounded,

to a mysterious panther,

that protects them from danger.

A mysterious belief and power,

Dark skinned and invisible stranger,

Agile and Dangerous,

like a phantom that's gracious.

To Galtia they went,

yet none knows their intent,

Are they a friend,

or will they cause dissent?

 - Lorgar, Merchant Guild Explorator

## A Hasken Tale.

by Kolvar Pelfin

Behold the riders,

On the Eastern Steppes,

Descendant of Hasu,

Greatest of Khans.

Scattered Tribes,

United as One,

Not even bribes,

Could make them gone,

Wild and carefree,

Unrestrained and deadly,

Not even glory,

Could stop their killing spree.

Such glory fades,

Under the grasslands shade,

Many will upgrade,

Their old barricade.

None shall forget,

About the rider's dread,

For under the sunset,

Thousands lie dead.

 - Aurelian, Merchant Guild Bard

## A Gothian Raid

by Kolvar Pelfin

Praise Apocamac,

Lend us your strength,

Today we feast,

Tomorrow we hunt.

Capture, Torture, Kill,

We'll bleed them dry,

Hang them up high,

upon the Burning Hill.

Pillage, Loot, Burn,

bring them cold Iron,

and break the stern,

To Okenini we Return.

- Leona, Gothian Raider Captain