Category: Sovereign Elegy Stories

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The Morning Sun

This is a song once sung centuries ago by the sons and daughters of Ayrlaston to raise their spirits and rally their hearts as they marched to into battle at the behest of their Kings.

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The Wrath of Lust from Shadow to Dust

She, a woman of profound reputation and dark machinations. She of raven hair and porcelain skin. She of sensuous beauty who with the flicker of her eyelashes and the lure of her legs can consume the very will of a meagre man and drive him to madness as his mind fills with lustful desire. For this night though she stares at him from afar, … Read More The Wrath of Lust from Shadow to Dust

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Sun Kissed & Moon Blessed

The ancient race of Ayl’far were united as one A vast and blessed realm of grace they had long become Until war and partition shattered the light that shone Now they are divided, this once sacred union undone

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What She Sees

She sees towers in a city of silver and gold The light of the sun shines warm and bright Banners flying majestic for nobility bold A gathering of revelry awaits her this night

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A Lament for War

In centuries yet known From eons untold War welcomes the fire Step forward the bold

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Crocker Hop’s Drop

Would you be prepared to do that which you would expect of a fool? For a fleeting glimpse of silver and gold, would you dare risk what the tales have already told? Would you risk your life in the pursuit of wealth if someone were to ask you to do so in exchange for completing a simple game of dare and drink?

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A Will of Bitter Winter

The bright, white moon shines above in the sky, clear and far, whilst the red moon wanes. Samaia, the goddess of life and rebirth, has dominion this night over her sister Ashyara, the goddess of death, as the white moon shines strong. The snows of the Lochlands are falling softly and silent in the lands of winter. Meredith Lockewood, the only child of Lord … Read More A Will of Bitter Winter

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The Lost Heir of a Broken Line

Blind Mans Road. It is a name that was given to one of the perilous mountain paths that leads to Amberfall, the golden city of the Summerpeak Mountains famed for its glorious, if a bit rain-ridden weather, magnificent architecture and the infamous Aeon Citadel. Most of the time, travellers are able to navigate this road with ease, often stopping as they do to observe … Read More The Lost Heir of a Broken Line

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