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Shamanic Foretelling
05:58
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A long time ago
In a land, far far away
It was the beasts of the dark that ruled
The existence of man
Hung in the balance
As survival depended upon, the sword and the shield
But only a few brave souls
Raised the banners
And battled with evil
Shamans began to gather
At the highest peak of the tallest mountain
To portend a cataclysmic event
Swirling mass envelops the sun
With ashen scales and azure eyes
The pulse of beating wings heard for miles
As if suspended
It looms over the citadel
Casting gelid shards
Piercing through townsfolk
Night blankets frostbitten roofs
Wind kisses the dead goodnight
The foretellings of this horrific event
Bring twelve men to gather
Bearing arms, prepared to fight
This quest guided by the local shaman
Her spellcraft known throughout the land
As they traverse, into the unknown
Destruction shepherds their path
Days turn to weeks, dwindling provisions
These wanderers begin to waver
In the distance, a small village
Where they may rest and resupply
Slumber brings fever dreams
Visions of anguish, loss, and despair
Blood staining the grass
Glossed-over eyes stare
They awake, drenched in sweat
Specters hover above
Their gangly fingers pressed into temples
Extracting blissful memories
Without falter, the shaman stands
Emblazing the room with a single spell
Hurling the demons into oblivion
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Inside this boisterous tavern
Nailed-up signs detail of a bounty paid in gold
Mead-stained steel strewn across tables
For this night, may be their last
These wanderers have ventured far and wide
Pursuing the most fearsome creature
Yet this bounty, speaks of dark witchery
Sinister magic, of ungodly doings
Heading for the outskirts of the village
Ruins of a once elegant temple
Stand in the shadows
Light flickers under an oblique door
They press forward into the catacombs
To find the dead being raised
Necromantic summonings
Spoken in the old tongue
The damned enthralled
By a sallow, woebegone man
Clashing, till the sunrise greets
In hopes to end his power
They drag his body outside the temple
And slit his throat, jetting black blood
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Moon Amulet
06:10
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Flickering flames from the fire cast eerie silhouettes against the trees
Deep in the heart of a forest, these travelers find restless sleep
For tomorrow brings a voyage, across tempestuous waters
Coin is counted at dockside
Paid by numerous collected bounties
Setting sail, passengers whisper of a drake
Glimpsed passing over the sea
Porting in the new land they are welcomed by a priestess
Who speaks of an amulet carved from the body of the almighty celestial heavens
This talisman enchanted with the old magick
Powerful enough to ensnare ancient gods
Lost eons ago in the foothills of the north shore
Heavy rain soaks tattered cloaks
As they navigate the treacherous vista
Climbing highlands and barren moors
Standing atop the highest peak of the tallest mountain
The shaman descries a sigil carved into a hollowed oak tree
Pulling from the moss and rot
A weather-beaten amulet
Shouts of joy cut short by the beating of wings
They stare into the face that took their everything
Pulling steel from their scabbards
As the dragon plunges down from the sky
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Dragonslayers
06:09
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Icy splinters spew from its throat
Shattering around these brave souls
Raising their banners, they charge forward
Battle-cries echo off the craggy highlands
Swords catch scales as teeth meet bone
Blood splatters blossoming edelweiss
The shaman grasping the moon amulet
Chants a spell in the old tongue
Blasting from the heart of the stone
A ray of light, halting time
For all but the caster
Frozen
Darkness pulls her back
As a harvest moon hangs heavy in the sky
Their battle presses on
Several bodies lay lifeless
While the remaining men strike and slash
Picking herself up off the ground
She fires a blaze of flames
A deafening shriek fragments the stars
As the dragon collides with earth
Silence quickly fills the void
Life fades from its azure eyes
Spiraling back up into the clouds
With charred wings and now scarlet eyes
It wails to its ancestors
And makes its final descent
Wiping sweat from her brow
The shaman harnesses the last of her power
Sending one last sphere of fire through the air
Hitting her mark
Victory for the dragonslayers!
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