Trollslayers' Ballad

[The Knights Table 906]

TROLLSLAYERS' BALLAD

A Ballad by Konstantin Wick, self-appointed Court Bard

In honour of Ser Boris the Persistent and Ser Viktor the Valiant

 

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From the Rimeveld blew a wind most foul and carried with it death

The wind took a monstrous form and the winter was its breath

It swept south to red walls with clubs and fangs bared

And the townsfolk froze in terror as the wind thunderously declared;

‘We are the dreaded Rimetrolls, terror of this land

Submit to us your food, or no wall shall we let stand.’ 

The red walls stood firm, and her men bared their weapons,

‘Take another step forward,’ they called, ‘and be sent to the heavens.’

 

But the wind stopped not, for it cared not, of the walls that it must break

They swept into Haeseni lands with each footstep like a quake

Golden banners shred beneath their stony rain

And warriors died beneath them, their lives lost in vain

In the face of such beasts, in terror did men flee

As the Trolls they painted red the fields, their eyes alight with glee

‘How can we fight such evil?’ the red walls asked in fright,

But her men balked not - for they were Haeseni Knights.

 

Ser Boris he did hold the gate against the ghastly wind

He stood firm and met the Trolls even as his forces thinned

Yet the gates were nigh broken and more blood the wind would reap

And so from the walls Ser Boris leapt at the Trolls, and buried his blade deep

He led the valiant sally and hacked back the viscous horde

Even with titanic strength and size, they were no match for his sword

For he was Ser Boris the Persistent, and he persisted ‘till the end

Until against their onslaught he could no longer fend

 

When the wind ran rampant like a flooded stream

Ser Viktor rushed out to meet them, his eyes fervently agleam

Beneath neither wall nor shield he cowered as he braved the fray

His valiance held true, and his heart did not stray

In the carnage he moved, and in the carnage he slew

And with each blow turned the Troll attack askew

Not one, not two, but three he felled by his hand

Until at last his body was broken, shattered, and spent for his land

 

‘You did well, my Knights’, said the red walls, as Godan called them home

‘For these deaths,’ they swore, ‘the beasts will surely atone.’

For the red walls had stood, though bloodied and splintered

The wind receded north, for its wrath had been wintered

Though many had died, countless were saved

And none would forget the deaths the two Knights had braved

Ser Boris Ruthern, and Ser Viktor Rauen;

Their names will be spoken on tongues long after they’re gone.

 

[ThatDutchFellow 1054]

Joseph Gaultier sits by his fireplace humming the song as he stares at the two rimetroll heads mounted above it before remembering the HRA is the reason the Rimetrolls are hostile in the first place.... oops

[Marron 140]

Between Ser Boris and Ser Viktor the youth of Haense will have no shortage of role-models and heroes! As the trollslayer's ballad plays on repeat in our heads, let the ranks of the HRA grow full of men and women who will not let their sacrifice be in vain!