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A horsebow creaked, an arrow zipped<br> Through the air, glancing and ringing<br> From the head of my brother's axe. Then another, tipped<br> With burning oils, cut short all singing<br> As a tree of the grove burst aflame.<br> Another bow creaked, breaking shocked silence.<br> My brother knight struck out, breaking both the bow<br> And the man who bent it. A flower bloomed<br> At my beloved's throat: a fletcher's feathers<br> Spattered with blood. He threw down his axes.<br> They went before him to the earth.<br> All [[Rules:Stats#Abilities|song]] was forgot then, save wrath and for ruin<br> Though we [[Places:Erinsford:History:Sisters of the Green|Green]], in faith to the Lady,<br> Sought first our own defense.<br> All at once, a dozen songs began,<br> Raising earthen wall and bramble<br> On every hand. I, too, joined the singing, raising<br> From the valor of my brother a thing of earth to wield his axe<br> A dozen bows creaked. An arrow flew.<br> Woe! For the Hunters a Red Sister slew.<br> The Rods of Chaos raged to see a sister die.<br> Forth they went in anger, calling from sea and sky,<br> Field and forest, each his sacred animal to aid.<br> With bear and badger, wolf and falcon,<br> Bull, hawk, hare, fox, and dolphin,<br> Each went forth friend to save or foe to kill<br> Trees of fire, planted with song, broke the chill<br> And sent the innocents scattering home.<br> Only those stood who for good or ill had come.<br> A few good [[Characters:Factions:Men of the Mace|Men of the Mace]] by the grove stayed,<br> And their Lord, the Young [[Characters:Dun Barethsol:Albrecht|Albrecht]],<br> [[Places:Erinsford|Erinsford]]'s Wyvern then in his own right.<br> The news had gone to and fro from the fight,<br> And the old Lord's heart had grieved and failed.<br> Back came the news like a winter wind.<br> The Young Lord took up arms and wailed<br> That the Wyvern would remain behind<br> With those who kept both faith and the grove.<br> He charged forth, mace in hand his word to prove,<br> With Greenaxe on his right and Redrod on his left.<br> The chill air sung with curses, spells, and flying steel.<br> From Hunters' arrow and Spider's bite our number began to dwindle.<br> Three Sisters Red and four of the Green fell within the Circle,<br> Many fell beyond it, rushing out to strike or heal.<br> Yet all was for nought. Our defense and their rage<br> Raised conflicting spirits. The walls burned fruitlessly,<br> Or turned to mud. Even when the walls of fire held,<br> The Hunters' hatred urged them on.<br> The last blows were dealt by the fountain.<br> Our defenses broke and we must needs flee.<br> The last of the Red Sisters turned her back<br> On grove and town and fountain,<br> Calling up wolves to clear her path.<br> I followed with the thing of earth behind me.<br> Those few dark moments I have never forgotten.<br> The Young Wyvern came not with us,<br> But gathered his Maces around him and stood his ground,<br> And honoring our fallen, buried each where he was found.<br> O Lady of the Green, forgive us,<br> Our folly it was that brought your grove-trees down.<br> No grove grows there now, no trees beside the stilled waters.<br> They buried each one with honor when the hate-filled ones had fled.<br> Many too young they buried, newly blessed by sons or daughters.<br> Forty-six in all they honored. All our Knights blessed the ground where they bled,<br> All but one Red Sister and Knight also, and last, the spirit of the fountain,<br> A water-spirit carved of stone, who fell when our spell went wrong.<br> Broken and blackened, they buried her also, least vicitim of the interrupted song.<br> The [[Places:Erinsford:History:Regarding Golems|golem]] alone remains to me, the thing of earth and memory,<br> Alone in silence, I await the day when complete my given task shall be.<br> [[Category:Background]] [[Category:History of Wyvernesse]]
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