The Warlord Ælourngærd

*The following is a series of oral tales that were preserved by the **Shamans of Svetlo Tlo** and inscribed onto numerous tablets by the followers of Kalvely as a folktale of the times before the migrations. It was reinterpreted and written in Iambic Octameter, with the true telling of the stories strung into this Epic.*

## **THE WARLORD *ÆLOURNGÆRD***

### **CHAPTER ONE**

*“In the grand year ten forty-five,*

*Deep south, cross the treacherous waste,*

*Danger surpass, a tribe shall strive!*

*They have a Vitor’s hungry taste,*

*For land, glory, their tribe supreme,*

*The land of elves they shall redeem!*

*Their King, powerful Ælourngærd his name,*

*Passed his trials, the flames he wield,*

*Maintaining his limitless Fame!*

*He made his army, from each Field,*

*Into the mightiest of the land,*

*Bellicose, thus North rode his band!*

*Through the treacherous highway’s march,*

*Crossing the linked river’s torrent,*

*The camp, Hældorf, the Fyrdsmen would pitch!*

*Seeing the Tescans, they descent,*

*Unready, the Tescans falter,*

*The Fyrdsmen triumph, ‘twas slaughter!”*

### **CHAPTER TWO**

*“The sacking of Delsun complete,*

*The Fyrdsmen’s hunger only grew,*

*Their King said victory repeat!*

*Veter, that was the goal anew,*

*Not solely plunder, but settlement,*

*Their King prepared his element!*

*As the Tescans approached, through trees,*

*Powered blasts of flame from Their King,*

*The Tescans were forced to their knees!*

*Soon, the tales of ‘arch-mage’ would ring,*

*But privately, Their King wonders,*

*More power, with Elves as funders!*

*So, Their King moved his Fyrd elsewhere,*

*Towards the East, his men confused,*

*They wanted land, but oppose, didn’t dare!*

*East, Towards the Feyans they fared,*

*But the smart Elves were not resting,*

*New tactics they are investing!”*

### **CHAPTER THREE**

*“Their King, now oddly prideful,*

*Went straight for the Feyan’s jewel,*

*But now, The Fyrdsmen were frightful!*

*Silvs prepared for their great duel,*

*In eventful ten forty-eight,*

*Their King marched to his Fate!*

*The Fey had recruited a myth,*

*That none had ever seen nor known,*

*A Katteri, hid in a pith!*

*Now, the battle begins, loss sown,*

*Their King ordered the Fyrd forward,*

*He conjures, enemy tortured!*

*But the powers that had served them,*

*Now faltered, in time of most need,*

*He sat there, defeat then condemn!*

*Defeat assured, due to his greed,*

*The Great Fyrdsmen had lost,*

*Retreat north he did, Silvs accost!”*

### **CHAPTER FOUR**

*“A Broken King then laid down mad,*

*Any Fyrdsmen who approached him,*

*Next, a funeral they all had!*

*Though for the Fyrdsmen things look grim,*

*A Broken King formed a mad plan,*

*They would take Litore, form a clan!*

*Now the bright Feyans were wary,*

*For now their Katteri had left,*

*The last victory looked scary!*

*But for the Fyrds, loss had a heft,*

*Many drank before the battle,*

*A Broken King would just chattel!*

*Then, soon, two armies would align,*

*Feys and Humans yell, shout aloud,*

*Each would pray to their divines!*

*The Fyrd took the walls, then a shroud,*

*A Broken King’s power was lost,*

*Geikad arrived, and the Humans quashed!”*

### **CHAPTER FIVE**

*“Thus, in the grim year ten fifty,*

*Geikad condemned A Broken King,*

*Punishment horrid, death wished he!*

*His army destroyed the Silv’s ging,*

*Fey of Litore and Men of Fyrds,*

*Now suffer together, all years!*

*A Broken King got his last wish,*

*For power, lead a great army,*

*In pain, he is sad with this dish!*

*Even though we remain smarmy,*

*We can never fall into pride,*

*Yield to how the mighty Ælourngærd died!*

*Be wary, you good traveler,*

*Artifacts remain, proof to time,*

*Yet woe to an unraveler!*

*You read encapsulating rhyme,*

*But A Broken King’s last wish lives,*

*And to no one, he forgives!”*