*And so they came. Ally, friend and aid.
Sounds of steps of so many and more. Elves from the north and Dwarves of the Mountains. Friends and Companions from Guilds and Foundations. Movement and omens of act are clearly in the air, vibrating in the very ground. Shared with stance, place and care.
Tramahstas would be seen here and there, but he would not hurdle into the front-line nor spotlight rather helping behind or "downstage". As long as he would be around, his main would be the temple of Angharradh, of his Patron, lending aid and hand to Priestess Sylvara and all in this domain. And then, while others drink or eat, because no resting breath might be loitered, but certainly needed to stay energized for the grand fight, there would be a moment of music.
A song would be played by a strange string instrument. Tramahstas Voice would fill the air at dusk, as fire and light illuminate the village of event's center. Echoeing gently in the river beds flanks. There is quiet courage in his voice and it is clear that the punishment is not for the people gathered, but for the enemy's that dare to approach. A lifting of spirit and mood to the village and its protectors for the time he still can dwell he invokes the spirits of protection and justice.*
Yearning of the fearless
What awaits the one, once fearless in deed?
Dared to dream, stepped ahead, even on bare feet.
Order and law, defied or stood in, now defiled deep.
Longings and dreams, now and forever, in winds scattered indeed.
(Refrain)
“Punishment haunts every misdeed, equality for every figure.
No one can flee shackle and chain, caught by the hands of vigor.
Before the two we stand the same, now: fate‘s wheel turns in flow.
Like gem and juwel perfectly cut, as master’s craft does show.”
What was their aim - of the fools, the darer.
Lured by greed, or f’llowed their orders,
Never again shall laughter escape the throat of the wayfarer.
When caught in crime, justice by law, having left the good-deeds borders.
(Refrain)
“Punishment haunts every misdeed, equality for every figure.
No one can flee shackle and chain, caught by hands of vigor.
Before the two we stand the same, now: fate‘s wheel turns in flow.
Like gem and juwel perfectly cut, as master’s craft does show.”
Longing for coin or even for revenge? A tomfool sheds tear.
Blinded their gaze, darkend their heart, shadowed even the sun.
The hangman‘s noose tightens, sharp gets the blade, thus more as price paid: their head.
Beware, you, beware. ‘Cause one thing is clear: win and loss are tightly spun.
(Refrain)
“Punishment haunts every misdeed, equality for every figure.
No one can flee shackle and chain, caught by hands of vigor.
Before the two we stand the same, now: fate‘s wheel turns in flow.
Like gem and juwel perfectly cut, as master’s craft does show.”
Remember close, keep in your minds lair, what ever you might await.
If you dared such a deed, knocking sounds soon at your door: because punishments are broken laws core trade.
(Refrain)
“Punishment haunts every misdeed, equality for every figure.
No one can flee shackle and chain, caught by hands of vigor.
Before the two we stand the same, now: fate‘s wheel turns in flow.
Like gem and juwel perfectly cut, as master’s craft does show.”