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This was an outcome none had surmised.<br> | This was an outcome none had surmised.<br> | ||
They buried their dead, lost to eternal slumber,<br> | They buried their dead, lost to eternal slumber,<br> | ||
− | Then they counted head, now so few in number.<br> | + | Then they counted head, now so few in number.<br><br> |
The generals discussed their plight,<br> | The generals discussed their plight,<br> | ||
Too proud to run, too few to fight.<br> | Too proud to run, too few to fight.<br> | ||
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That consumes legions without trace.<br> | That consumes legions without trace.<br> | ||
Loot and pillage and burn their fields.<br> | Loot and pillage and burn their fields.<br> | ||
− | Make them suffer til their will | + | Make them suffer til their will yields.<br><br> |
− | Giblot can not drop Steepglades' | + | Giblot can not drop Steepglades' defence,<br> |
With Outer Tilog's city across the fence.<br> | With Outer Tilog's city across the fence.<br> | ||
While far less glorious than true battle,<br> | While far less glorious than true battle,<br> | ||
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But the third day would be the end.<br><br> | But the third day would be the end.<br><br> | ||
And so came the dawn of day three<br> | And so came the dawn of day three<br> | ||
− | The tattered | + | The tattered remains of their army<br> |
Charged once more into that bloody glen,<br> | Charged once more into that bloody glen,<br> | ||
Once more filled with battle's din.<br><br> | Once more filled with battle's din.<br><br> | ||
There really was never any doubt,<br> | There really was never any doubt,<br> | ||
− | That this day would end in | + | That this day would end in a rout.<br> |
But barbarians fight for simple pride.<br> | But barbarians fight for simple pride.<br> | ||
It mattered not who lived or died.<br><br> | It mattered not who lived or died.<br><br> | ||
− | The battle, though | + | The battle, though fierce, did not last long<br> |
(A blessing for them who tire of this song)<br> | (A blessing for them who tire of this song)<br> | ||
So there is little left to say.<br> | So there is little left to say.<br> |
Latest revision as of 11:31, 28 May 2006
The Giblot Tribune | ||
Free | The Newspaper You Can Trust! | Issue 5 |
Giblot at War | |
It is sad really. When I temporarily left Giblot to explore Beluaterra and gather data on the emerging religious factions there, I never expected to return to find we were at war with our old friends, Lukon. Though in this enveloping and choking darkness I see there is light. Firstly, Giblot is once again unified in something, for better or worse and has stopped her bickering. Secondly, many have been getting on amiably with the Lukonite and Tilogian forces in Steepglades. Though sadly this behaviour is tainted by the actions of the ever spiteful and poisonous tongue of Sera Osha and no doubt a few others on either side, though I am in general not privy to most Noble discussions. Not that hobnobbing with the elites is really my thing anyway. From the little information I have garnered since my return to Giblot it appears we won the first day of battle in Steepglades though outnumbered and we then fought further battles as the days progressed - winning each one but only after fierce and proud fighting from our enemies beforehand. Recorded below are the Ballads of Black Beard, a Soldier of Lukon who has summed up in perfect and beautiful detail the battles in Steepglades thus far. We greatly recommend you read them. Why on earth the man is a Nobleman and not making a fortune out of books we simply don't know. |
Ode of the Battle of Steepglades, Day One | Ode of the Battle of Steepglades, Day Two | Ode of the Battle of Steepglades, Day Three | |||
In the waning days of spring, While the fields were yet green, |
On the second bloody day, All sides again rejoined the fray, |
Giblot's general read the words again, For it was not at all beyond his ken, |