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The Lay of Fayendar Om Ra`More


From the city of Mithar he came
   a priest of the Fourth House
Fayendar ‘Beloved Brother’ by name
   in appearance of elven descent.

The younger of two brothers
   Calan the eldest his father’s choice
highly favored none should be
   over the other yet it was so.

Their strife was as brothers
   as any would be it seems
yet Fayendar and Calan were
   always at odds and deep contention.

Calan favored the Wall and its honor
   as a Captain of the Guards distinction
Fayendar a priest-scholar of

Even in the midst of that decisive war
   the one that fell heavy against
Lindol and Mithar while battling
   the Tusa terrorist from the desert Sinjar.

Fayendar served as tutor and priest
   in the Fourth House of the Scribes
he taught commentary and transcription;
   of the Tower faith and Hall.

Calan delegated the watches of the guards
   upon the northern inner wall of Lindol
commanding his men to stand against fiery
   blows that sundry came against the two cities.

Seldom did those brothers meet but
  only in their father’s home to break bread
and in one meal contention broke their bonds;
   the younger stove against the elder.

After the strong outter wall fell
  and both Lindol and Mithar burned
came the ravaging waves of the enemy hordes;
  and the dwarven aid defenders came.

In that onslaught of war the
   very hour of need came help
with hammers, axes and shields the dwarves
   beat the Tusa down with all they had.

They felled both Lindol and Mithar
   and soon even the dwarven host
pondered their defeat as the tied turned
  upon the Tusa who slew themselves as victory.

Jumping from tower heights of
   slaying with one another’s blade;
some even set themselves a flame
   rather than win they sought death instead.

Seven thousand eight hundred Tusa
   fell that final hour at the fear
discovered and revealed by Valenfay
   captain of the southern wall’s defense.

For it was he who found the trove
   of the Great Hall’s treasure of
elven arms as mass as though newly forged:
   swords, shields, bows and helms.

With the fear of Valenfay’s arms
   and the crushing dwarven blows
the Tusa fighters had no chance
   of hope so they took their own lives.

The ruined waste of Lindol and Mithar
   was great indeed as many a stone upturned
lay on those whose bodies littered the streets
   unburied with weeping wives and daughters.

Nine thousand, seven hundred eighty three
   and their final king as well did fall;
as the warrior Nasilian Judge stood
   firm armed for rebuilding did arise forth.

In that aftermath of war the Judge
   declared their rightful  turn to rule
over a unified city renamed Mithvalon
   and disavowed decent to their contrary.

Yet Valenfay who won the day
   declared himself as a Watcher’s son
if any should so be named king he alone
   instead sought east for elven realms again.

In those turn of sad events did
   Fayendar side with the new king
to sojourn for Orid first and thereafter
   beyond to Great River to parts unknown.

Calan however felt the more betrayed
   defeated  upon his watch a disgrace
he sought to devise its cause his brother’s
   king’s fault for shaming their city leaders.

Their father backed the Nasilian Judge
   and Calan’s brother the opposition instead
for this cause he thought maddening
   rather than staying behind to rebuild.

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