tcs_tonsils_ 2829 Share Posted January 10, 2023 ANTHEMS OF BROTHERHOOD: SONGS OF THE SWORD By Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML ON THIS 20TH OF JOMA AG UMUND, 459 E.S. Ballad of the Warrior My sword is my life, my shield is my pride. My armor is strong and I'm ready to ride. I'm a Soldier and I'm full of courage. My mission is clear, I must follow the forge. My lance is my weapon, I use it to fight. My steed carries me swiftly and out of sight. My enemies are fierce but I'm sure to prevail. Just like the fearless knight, I will never fail. My helmet is heavy, it's hard to wear. But I know I must bear it, I must be aware. My bow is my friend, with its arrow so true. I will fight and protect, I will do what I must do. My heart is of steel, I will never give in. My training is tough, I am ready to win. My courage will never waver, I'm loyal and strong. My destiny awaits me, I am where I belong. The Warrior Poet The blade is a quill and the ink is a sword, Marching in the fight, poetically adored. The words form a shield and the verses a bow, Courage will never, ever be brought low. The sword is a lyric and the blood a refrain, The heart is a canvas, the soul a domain. Our boots trudge a beat and our helmets a crown, The mission is to make the world righteous renown. The armor's a poem and the shield's a muse, The mission of justice, will not be refused. The courage inspires and the words incite, The spirit will never, ever, be set alight. The shield is my faith and the sword is the will, The words are the arrow and our voice is the thrill. Courage is a song and style a roar, Our spirit will never, ever, break or bore. The blade is a quill and The ink is a sword, Marching in the fight, poetically adored. Courage will never, ever, e'er be brought low, For I am a Warrior Poet, and I will always go. The Guard A sentinel of stone, Guarding the castle walls, Standing ever vigilant, His watch never stalls. The sword he carries close, His armor never rusts, His watchful eyes all-knowing, At all times he trusts. The night passes slowly, The days are just the same, But the guard is ever faithful, For that is his name. He stands throughout the ages, A silent sentry of time, Waiting for the day when, He'll cast away his rhyme. The Soldier A soldier stands sturdy in the night. His armor gleaming in the moonlight. He stands at attention, his sword at his side. Ready to protect his king and his pride. His mission is clear, his resolve is strong. He'll fight off any threat that comes along. His courage is tested, his heart is brave. No matter the odds, he stands unafraid. He knows his role, he knows his fate. But his courage will never waiver, come what may. For his king, his country, and his home. He'll keep the darkness far from the throne. Though his life may be hard, and his battles will come. He'll stand tall and proud, the victor he'll become. His faith and his courage will never be lost. For duty and honor, he will fight at any cost. The Spearmen A stalwart spearman, his pike held aloft, Stands fixed amidst the fray and toilsome conflict. His stalwart mien and stolid countenance, Girded in steel, his armor's firm enhancement. His eyes, fierce yet focused, his stance, unyielding, As if to say, 'tis here my fate is sealed. His thoughts, immediate and unbowed, determined, He stands fast, in this fight, his courage, unburned. A master of arms, his skill, unquestioned, His courage, unmatched, his heart fielded. His aim, true and sure, his thrust, decisive, The foe, slain, his honor, reckoned. He stands at the foreground of the fight, Steadfast for the eventual charge. His heart, of steel, his mind, of iron, His will, unbroken, his pike, held high. The Bulwark Shieldman stands unbending and tall, A footman of honor, he'll never fall. The weight of his shield is nothing he dreads, He'll never back down, not to foes nor to friends. His armor is strong and his sword is prestine His deamor during the battle, mean. His courage and strength will never waver, For victory his heart will forever be braver. Through times of war and times of peace, The shieldman will never cease, To protect the realm, fight for his king, He'll never quit, not a single thing. His shield is the symbol of his faith, A reminder of his duty and his wraith, He'll stand strong and never turn back, For his honor, he'll never lack. The Archer Archer, take aim with steady hand, Your bowstring pulled tight, your arrow held in command. Your target in sight, your aim true and bold, Your arrow will fly, a story will unfold. Your strength of arm and skill of eye, Your bow and arrow will make a great story fly. Your focus and poise, a sight to behold, Your arrow will fly, a story will unfold. The bow taut, the arrow released, The air shakes with a whistle and a hiss. The target in sight, an arrow of gold, Your arrow will fly, a story will unfold. You take your shot, a great feat of skill, Your arrow soars and your story will fill. Your arrow will fly, your story will unfold, For you are the Archer, your story is told. The Cavalry A knight of old, so fair and proud, In shining mail and helm of gold. His steed is swift and his sword is bright, He'll be the hero of this fight. The men in battle all turn to him, For strength, for courage, and courage to win. He'll lead them to victory, no doubt, He'll be the one to turn the tide about. His blade swings wide, his shield is strong, The enemy falls, their numbers throng. He cuts a path through their ranks, so bold, Gripped in his steel, his enemies fold. His courage is fierce, his might amazing, He'll mow down the foe, no one amazing. The ground is strewn with the fallen foes, Their forces have been vanquished, no one knows. The battle is won, the victor's cry, The knight of old, so proud and high. His steed, his sword, his courage bold, Will be remembered, stories will be told. Of a knight who fought for what was right, Defending his people in the heat of fight. His courage and strength, his will to win, Will be remembered and remembered again. The Cannoneer O'er foe's ramparts cannons roar, Their fierce blasts to shatter door. The cannoneer's aim is true, His munitions to rend in two. The flame-wreathed cannon balls fly, Their deadly path across the sky. The cannoneer stands bold and proud, His art of war his blazing shroud. Each shot a lesson in destruction, His mastery of ordinance perfection. Beneath his guidance cannons sing, Their thunderous sounds on wings to bring. There was first a whistling cry, Then a boom that shook the sky. The cannoneer made a mark, His skill and courage, a timeless spark. The ancient art of cannonry, A skill of ages past, yet still with mastery. The cannoneer a master of destruction, His fiery works in awe of construction. The Officer My faithful steed and trusty sword, I am justified under King and Lord. My armor gleams in the light of day, Ready to fight and pave the way. My banner waves, my heart ablaze, My mission clear, to fight and praise. I march forth, a lieutenant strong To uphold faith, honor, and all. I battle foes with strength and might, My faith in God sustains my fight. My courage never wavers, I stay the course, To protect those who need me most. My faith and loyalty are sure to be strong, My heart is pure, though my missions are long. I will never falter, nor will I ever fail, For I am a lieutenant, I shall prevail. The Marshal The Lord Mashal leads with a mighty hand, A leader of men in the Haeseni-Ruskan land. His troops all follow his noble command, In the Brotherhood of Saint Karl they stand. The Lord Mashal guides them with a righteous plan, His courage and strength will always stand. He leads his troops with a steady hand, For victory and honor they will fight 'til the end. The Lord Mashal stands tall and proud, His bravery is never in doubt. His wisdom and strength resound in the crowd, For Haeseti-Ruska, he will never back down. The Lord Mashal is a leader of the finest kind, His men honor and respect him with their minds. In the Brotherhood of Saint Karl they bind, He is the Lord who will always be kind. SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML Battle-Bard of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, Knight-Bard of the Order of the Crow, and Court-Poet of Hanseti-Ruska. 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SethWolf 1393 Share Posted January 10, 2023 The Baron Weiss read the parchment in silence, as a group of soldiers were crowded around to read it alongside him. "Very rarely can a wordsmith conjure up every duty, pride, and honor a soldier can be afforded," He said to one of them as they finished reading it outloud. "but by GOD, this man must be blessed!" 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaladin Stormblessed 637 Share Posted January 10, 2023 Baldrum Colborn nods in approval, already becoming an ardent fan of Boriss' works. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knight of Elken 488 Share Posted January 10, 2023 Milonir felt immense pride upon hearing these poems told in the square of Haense. The fat, chubby young lad especially resonated with the guard poem, seeing a lot of himself in it. Adjusting the poorly fitted sallet that kept sliding down over his eyes, he returned to his post, standing as a silent sentry of time. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
poki 354 Share Posted January 11, 2023 The Lord Marshal gave a thumbs up to the anthems, singing a few of them on his own (without autotune) 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarven 1718 Share Posted January 12, 2023 "Hmmm, maybe Minitz ought to 'ave somethin' similar..." Yvian would scratch his chin as he read the posting 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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