Oede va Koeng Karl III

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Oede va Koeng Karl III

On this 8th of JOMA AG UMUND, 458 E.S.

 

Karl Sigmar Barbanov at 20 years old.

 

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All hail, our great Koeng, Karl the Third!
Born in an age ruled back by darkness and war.
Yet from the storm you have proven honorable,
A staunch and generous leader.

 

Tales shall flow through greats halls of men,
Telling of the victories of this king.
From Oren’s folly, to then Inferi threat,
No alien force could pierce our grit.

 

Ballads will be crafted about your vision,
You stand unfaltering in your pursuit.
Not only to bring better days to Haense,
But a brighter path for those to come.

 

Choices heal and choices wounds,
And decisions take their toll.
But in no path was ill-intent,
Only a hope for a better future.

 

Now rest at ease, thy deeds well done,
And look upon that which has been made.

 

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Signed,

His Lordship, Borris Iver Kortrevich KML,

Knight's Bard, Court Poet, and Battle-Bard of the BSK

 

[GMRO 5280]

Karl III from bedroom breathed through a quiet raspy exhale, a grin forming to his lips as he wet his lips with Carrion Black reading the poem. "Thank you for all your works, Borris."