Abington/Literature

A showcase of literature produced by, and about Abington's nobility and people.

Poetry and Lyrics

The Battle of Atblane (1)

There were many Enemiies,
All waiting for a piece.
Hav-ing unexpectadly
found themselves weak in the knees

The Carnage was Brutal
A Surreal Bat-tle
But in the end,
the Abbies, and her friends
were the ones still standiing.

Death had to work
Two shifts to keep up
As men killed each other
forgetting to say,
sorryyy.

This tale is so great,
This tale is so sad,
but we pushed to the end
and never looked back!

We pushed to the Ennnd...

We puuuuushed, to theeeee, Eeeeeennnnd!

Written in honor of the victory at the Battle of Atblane) written by a sergeant serving Lady Doc's Biatch

The Battle of Atblane (2)

They battle was ruff,
Our men fought hard,
They but many arrows,
In that CE lard,
The infantry fought,
The archers shot fast,
They held the line,
Our calvery charged at last,
Many died so others cound live,
The fought hard and long,
Gave all they could give,
Many died so others could live

Written in honor of the same victory, by Knight Timmy

Sonnet of Storms

Hostile Storms gather overhead,
their dark masses obscuring the light
the swords are drawn, soon the ground will run red
as we brave few oppose our foes might
the flag of victory, flutters proudly
for we shall be defiant to the last
and sing our warrior cries loudly
In fire we forge the sword of true fate
in the spilling of blood, we become united
To them, we will spit our last breath of hate
For we shall not rest, untill all is righted
Rains of Arrows, the clash of Steel
For none shall resist our triumphant will!

by Lord Ulric, also in honor of the Atblane victory

Battle of Atblane (3)

Two hundred and five at the battle site,
Only one scared Taren would turn and flies,
So two hundred and four were there to fight,
All were ready and shouted battle cries.

The two great armies were in the mayham.
Cagil, Tara, and Darka on one side,
Abby, Redspan, and Carelia, fight them,
And who would win and who could turn the tide.

The Infantry would march; arrows set sail,
Swords start to clash and the cavalry charge,
Karilam of Darka; the first who fell,
Not before was fought a battle this large.

Abington's armies were vicotorious,
Their courage in battle was glorious.

by Proximus Centauri

The Storm against the Rock

In Atblane our arrows fly
Surrounded, we fight 'till dawn
Our foe is charging.

Like a rock, we hold
Against the storm, the rock stands
Until they waver.

Our infantry rally
As the archers fire volleys
The cavalry strikes.

For honor, for glory
Abington has won the field
the Great Dragon smiles.

by Lord Deschain, in honor of the Battle of Atblane

Sagas and Stories

The Fall of Deschain - Lord Deschain's last stand. Like a rock, he held against the storm.