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The Singing Arrow of Gilmarin

(Tuathan children’s song, translated into common)

In days of yore, of battle famed

A bowyer, Gilmarin he was named

A Tuathan of simple birth

A treasurer of songs and mirth

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He dreamed that the arrow’s cry

Should instead sing as it flies

to rally the hearts of friends

and speed enemies to their end.

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Tuatha’s song since the creation

the last sound heard in decimation

of the Blackflight orcs, eternal foes

Victory shouts in their throes.

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He crafted arrows with bardic song

his pure voice clear and strong

When the very last arrow glowed

The enchantment was fully bestowed.

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An army of warriors and mages

Tuathan people of all ages

departed from the forest

to aid the humans’ quest

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The battlefield littered with dead

All hearts were filled with dread

The orcs were gaining each day

and hope had long passed away.

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The leaf-fletched arrow flew

From its searing path grew

a rising song of hope

As Tuathans crested the slope

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Blackflight Orcs heard the refrain

Turned to leave the battle plain

As sharply as that shaft struck

Into their leader, Khar’surauk.

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The mortals cheered, hearts renewed

The song with hope imbued

Their strikes were swift and clean

Felling orcs both fierce and mean.

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All the while the song rose

filling the air around our foes

Song of the Root, Tuathan pride

Singing victory for our side.

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Gilmarin Ysari’s arrow sailed

and goodness won where it may have failed.

The tide was turned, as was told

By the power of combining both new and old.