Urguan The Brave

[Cairn 9]

The lone figure of a Dwarf walks slowly but steadily up the mountains above Kal'Agnar, high above the smoke and fire in the newly recaptured city. The wind howls steadily, sending waves of white powder snow off the mountain slopes in great droves. The wind picks and prods at the figure, like invisible hands tugging softly at his clothing, and seems to try to fling him from the narrow mountain paths and out into the white void. Finally the figure rises above seemingly endless clouds of airborne snow and pauses to catch his breath, looking down into the lands below.

He continues upwards, finally reaching a high peak which looks over the Dwarven capital- a solemn, peaceful monolith. The Dwarf halts, brushing snow from his beard and dropping his heavy pack into the snow. Out of it he carefully lifts a set of Dwarven bagpipes. Sun reflects off its polished carved wooden pipes and snow sticks to the tartan fabric of its bag. Lifting the pipes to his lips, the Dwarf begins to play. A single, long droning wail is carried down the mountain and across the land before shifting into the great dwarven battle song "Urguan the Brave."

 

 

While most non-dwarves within earshoot run for cover and hold their bleeding eardrums, the dwarves who hear the song would feel their chests swell with dwarvish pride as they mourn their fallen and celebrate their victory over the Undead. One or two even softly hum along to the music, recalling the lyrics penned by dwarves long ago.

 

"'Ark when th' noight be fallin',

'Ear! 'Ear! Th' b'gpoipes  callin',

Loudly an' proudly callin',

Down thro' the glen.

Dere where th' 'ills be sleepin',

Now feel th' blood a-leapin',

'Igh as the spirits of the old Dwarven men.

 

Towerin' in gallant fame,

Urguan me mountain 'ame,

'Igh may your proud standards gloriously wave,

Land o' me 'igh endeavour,

Land o' the shinin' river,

Land o' me 'eart for ever,

Urguan the Brave.

 

'Igh in th' misty mountains

Out by th' purple 'ighlands,

Brave are th' 'earts tha' beat

Beneath Urguan's skies.

Wild are the winds tae meet ye,

Staunch be th' friends tha' greet ye,

Kind as th' love tha' shoines from fair maidens' eyes.

 

Towerin' in gallant fame,

Urguan me mountain 'ame,

'Igh may your proud standards gloriously wave,

Land o' me 'igh endeavour,

Land o' the shinin' river,

Land o' me 'eart for ever,

Urguan the Brave.

 

Far off in sunlit places

Sad are th' Dwarven faces,

Yearnin' to feel the kiss

Of sweet mountain rain.

Where dere be tropics beamin'

Love sets the 'eart a-dreamin',

Longin' and dreamin' fer th' hameland again..."

 

[James 425]

(( Great song, good job we need more Dwarven Moosic.))

[ThumperJack 927]

((Love it. Dwarven music is scarce.))

[Hiebe 2493]

(Love it)

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.