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Crimson Reckoning, A Ballad of Unity and Triumph

In the year of our Lord,

9th of Sigismund's End 85 B.A

 

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In Stassion's shadow, darkness bred,

A tale of terror, of fear widespread.

Veletz and Stassion, a nefarious alliance,

Their sinister plots, a cruel defiance.

 

In Aaun's kingdom, Edmund the Just,

A noble king, in him we trust.

Yet, treachery struck, a darkened fate,

The Stassionites' violence, a kingdom's hate.

 

Oh, the Kingdom of Aaun, mourns its king,

As sorrow and anger through its lands sing.

But united they stand, Balian's might,

Haense and Hyspia, in the moon's soft light.

 

A coalition formed, a force so grand,

To rid the lands of Stassion's cruel hand.

Petra and Aaun, hand in hand,

Against the darkness, they took a stand.

 

Balian's banners fluttered in the breeze,

A symbol of hope, to put minds at ease.

The Kingdom of Haense, a stalwart shield,

In unity, their foes they would wield.

 

Through forests dense and mountains high,

The alliance marched, beneath the sky.

In the fields of battle, courage ablaze,

They fought for justice, in countless ways.

 

Stassion and Veletz, their fortress strong,

A citadel of evil, where shadows throng.

But the Kingdoms five, a force untold,

Stormed the gates with hearts so bold.

 

The clash of steel, the roar of fire,

Echoed through the lands, higher and higher.

Balian's forces, a torrential tide,

Against the darkness, they'd not be denied.

 

Aaun's fallen king, his spirit near,

Guiding the warriors, banishing fear.

In the name of justice, they fought as one,

For a brighter dawn, when the battle was done.

 

As the sun dipped low, on that fateful day,

Stassion's walls crumbled in disarray.

Veletz defeated, their reign undone,

The alliance victorious, their battles won.

 

In the aftermath, a kingdom's sigh,

For Edmund the Just, they'd never say goodbye.

Through unity and strength, they stood tall,

Against the darkness, they would never fall.

 

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Signed

His Excellency, Don Johan Stor Vuiller, Conde de Aquilae & Patriarch of House Vuiller.

Domus Ministri


 

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