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== Duel of the Damned ==
 
 
by Turin the Bard
 
 
Now the Lord of the East met the Guard of the West
 
And they battled a battle to see who was best
 
So from morn until sunset from dusk until dawn
 
They struggled and strove but the battle raged on.
 
 
Then the horse-lord was slain by the knight of the damned
 
And the spectre destroyed by the iron-clad man
 
And the mage by an axe the adept by a bow
 
And the mauler by shadows the lich-lord did throw.
 
 
So they died and were felled lost their lives and undeath
 
Til the lord and the guard were the only one left
 
So they stood face to face neither making a sound
 
They were charting the air and observing the ground.
 
 
Then the lord of the east hurled spells through the air
 
But the cheers of the crowd saved the guard from despair
 
And he rose up anew undeterred by the cold
 
And attacked with a fervor courageous and bold.
 
 
And he slashed with his sword though his blood flowed bright red
 
And he never did stop til the lich-lord was dead
 
So the lich-lord was slain by the guardian brave
 
But his wounds slayed the guard before he could be saved.
 
 
Now his funeral pyre was rich as a king's
 
And they honored his house with the gifts they did bring
 
But the guardian was slain and could never return
 
For his body was gone and the pyre had been burned.
 
  
 
== See Also ==
 
== See Also ==
  
 
* [[WesnothHistory]]
 
* [[WesnothHistory]]

Revision as of 16:07, 15 October 2005

There have been at least two epics written about wesnoth. Put any you have written here!

The Breaking of the Pact

(by Turin the Bard and Autolycus)

When Haldric landed on this shore
From oceans wide and deep,
He had no scholars learn'd in lore,
No kin, nor land to keep.

So Haldric founded with his men
The Land which poets sing,
He named it Wesnoth, 'Verdant Glen',
And ruled as lord and king.

Now, in their forests dim and green,
The Elves were hard at war,
With villains they had never seen
The likes of which before.

The Orcs were harsh, the Orcs were fell,
The Orcs were grim and mad;
The Elves did hate these foes right well,
Who killed them and were glad.

The Elves sent messengers that day
Who hoped to save their land;
They went to Wesnoth far away,
And found the race of Man.

The race of Men, a short-lived breed,
Could sicken, fail and die;
But in that hour the Elves had need,
Brave hearts did Man supply.

Across a field of shattered foes
The Elves and Men took oath,
To help with swords and spears and bows,
Though now 'twas peace for both.

Haldric still lived in times that came,
When Orcs attacked again;
The Elves lit bright the beacon flame,
For Haldric's valiant men.

Then came the night, the battle flared,
From sunset until dawn;
The Elves fought hard, and strove, and dared
For Haldric's hope at morn.

But as the Elves began to fall,
(Will Haldric's shieldmen hear?)
Their doubt and darkness covered all
(Where are his sword and spear?)

Their oath betrayed, their fury spent,
They steeled themselves to die;
But from a last beleaguered tent
Came forth a mighty cry.

Belian the Mighty raised his sword,
To slay Orcs far and near;
The flame he bore, his lifting word,
They saved the land held dear.

The Orcs held firm, though grave their plight,
With Belian on the field;
The Elves, hard-pressed to turn the fight,
Missed sorely Haldric's shield.

But then the sun rose in the East
And Belian's head crowned gold;
The elves surged forth o'er Orc and beast
To slaughter them tenfold.

No Orcs remained, the field was clear,
The Elves had won the day;
But none of Haldric did appear
From Wesnoth far away.

So in that hour, the pact foresworn,
Elves bitter words did say;
And sent no aid when Orcish morn
Lit Wesnoth far away.

An Untitled Poem about Gwiti Ha atel

by Elvish Pillager and Autolycus

A necromancer cold as lead,
a battle fought by Ezren's stone;
he raised the corpses of the dead
and made his eldritch power known.

He through the darkness called to those,
the shades who heard from nether shore
who came to him, who dead arose;
They took his life and left no more.

They turned him into dark undead
to rise again, in evil bound;
he sought the living, blood to shed,
that they might be in undeath drowned.

The living cast him from the land
to perish on the ocean waves;
but he survived, and raised his hand
and sent foul monsters to their graves.

His brother then he came upon
and slew him with his undead hosts
and kept them marching on and on
to those who cast him from their coasts.

Then Leganoth came unto him -
a spirit great, of darkness made -
to steal the Skull from orcish limb
of Agarash, the spirit bade.

But half the skull was not enough;
he cast the spirit from this plane
and fought great battles with his staff
for old Crelanu's book, his bane.

The tome he wrested from its grove
where Orcs and Elves were long at war;
for he with Walking Corpses strove
to seize the book, and wanted more.

An army then accosted him
and he defeated it with ease;
but Paladins came after them
and undead vanished in the breeze.

He fled unto a mountain pass,
and came to gates of Dwarvish realms
where foes fought him until at last
his armies crushed their shields and helms.

There half the Skull of Agarash
was hidden in the ancient caves;
he fought another mighty clash
and made another field of graves.

But Orc steals skull and leaves alone,
and boulders fall and he is trapped;
yet minions dig a way through stone
and he falls not in darkness wrapped.

See Also