Song of Hrormir

The Song of Hrormir is about The epic narrative of Hrormir, one-time champion of Nocturnal


 * Hrormir
 * Son of Hrorgar
 * Summoned to the Court of Vjindak,
 * Son of Vjinmore, King of Evensnow.
 * "Mighty caster of magic,
 * I charge thee to go to Aelfendor,
 * For its hoary Warriors do threaten my Land
 * And bring forth their cousin Demons
 * To terrify my People."
 * Hrormir
 * Son of Hrorgar
 * Heard the Words of Vjindak Evensnow.
 * "By Icestaff"
 * Surely I would help thee
 * But I have already a Quest to drink
 * Twelve Flagons of Mead in one Hour,
 * And then to bed four Wenches,
 * Twice each.
 * So I must with grace decline."
 * The King he did not smile
 * At Hrormir and his jolly Spirit.
 * "By thine Honor
 * Must thou aidest my Cause
 * For must thou takest up the Sword
 * Of thy Companion Darfang
 * Who took the Quest and failed."
 * Hrormir laughed.
 * "Now I know thou jest.
 * My boon Mate Darfang wouldst not fail.
 * There be no finer Bladesman.
 * If thou chargest him, he wouldst not fall."
 * "I did not say he fell.
 * He joined the Dark Kings of Aelfendor
 * And by doing so dishonored
 * Himself and thee, his Friend."
 * Hrormir could not believe the Words,
 * And yet, he knew Eversnow
 * Didst not lie.
 * So for twenty Days and three rodeth he
 * To the Land of Night, the Kingdom of Fear,
 * Where the Peasants ever carried Candles
 * Knowing what Evil awaiteth them
 * Should they stray beyond the Glow.
 * The Sovereigncy of three Dark Kings:
 * Aelfendor.
 * There, Torch in Hand, didst Hrormir
 * Pass through haunted Countryside
 * And frightened Villages,
 * And through the black Gates
 * Of the blacker Castle of Aelfendor.
 * The three Dark Kings didst sneer
 * At the sight of mighty Hrormir
 * And summoned they their Champion
 * Darfang the Blade.
 * "My boon Companion!"
 * Hrormir called in the Hall of Night.
 * "I dare not trust my Eyes,
 * For then I wouldst believe
 * That thou hast joined with Evil,
 * And turned thy Way from Honor
 * And Brotherhood!"
 * "Hrormir!"
 * Darfang the Blade didst cry.
 * "If thou dost not go now,
 * One of us must die, for I hate thee!"
 * But Hrormir was battle ready,
 * And in the echoing Halls of Night
 * The Blade of Darfang
 * And the Staff of Hrormir
 * Didst strike again and yet again.
 * Mighty Warriors and Mages both,
 * The boon Companions now Foes,
 * Shook Mundus with their War.
 * They might have fought for a Year
 * If there were Sun in Aelfendor
 * To mark Time,
 * And either Hrormir or Darfang
 * May verily have won.
 * But Hrormir saweth through the Dark
 * The Tears in the Eyes of his former Friend,
 * And then he saweth the Shadow of Darfang
 * Wert not his own.
 * And so with Icestaff, he did strike
 * Not Darfang, but his Shadow, which cried.
 * "Hold, Mortal Man!"
 * The Shadow becameth the Hag,
 * Bent and twisted, in her Cloak and Hood.
 * From her faceless Shadows, she hissed.
 * "Mortal Man called Hrormir
 * The Soul of thy boon Companion
 * Is my Plaything,
 * But I will take thine in trade,
 * For though ye both have strong Arms,
 * Thou hast the more clever Mind
 * Which my Sons the Dark Kings need
 * For a Champion of Aelfendor."
 * Hrormir the brave didst not take a Breath
 * Or pause before he boldly said.
 * "Shadowy Hag, release Darfang,
 * And thou mayst use me as thou will."
 * The Hag didst laugh and freed Darfang.
 * "To save thine Honor this thou hast done,
 * But now thou must be without Honor
 * Mortal Man, as the Champion
 * Of the Dark Kings, my Heirs of Gray Maybe,
 * Thou must help them divide Aelfendor,
 * And love me,
 * Thy Shadowy Hag and thy Mistress well."
 * For his loss of Honor,
 * And his dear Friend's Sacrifice,
 * Noble Darfang prepared to take his Dagger
 * And plunge it in his good Heart,
 * But Hrormir stayed his Brother's Hand and whispered.
 * "No, boon Companion,
 * Wait for me at the Village Banquet Hall."
 * And then did Darfang the Blade leave the Castle
 * While Hrormir took the withered Claw
 * Of the Hag, and pressed it to his Lips.
 * "Shadowy Hag, to thee I pledge
 * To only honor thy black Words
 * To turn my back on Truth
 * To aid thy Dark Kings' Ambition
 * To divide their Inheritance fairly
 * To love thee
 * To think thee beautiful."
 * Then to the Chamber in the Heart of Night
 * Hrormir and the Hag did retire
 * Kissed he there her wrinkled Lips
 * And her wrinkled, sagging Breasts,
 * For ten Days and Nights and three did Hrormir
 * And his Icestaff
 * Battle thus.
 * Then Sweet Kynareth blew honeyed Winds
 * O'er the Hills and Forest Glens of Aelfendor,
 * And the Caress of warm blooded Dibella
 * Coaxed the Blossoms to wanton Display
 * So that Aelfendor became a Garden
 * Of all the Senses.
 * The frightened Servants of the Dark Kings
 * Woke to find there was naught to fear
 * And through the once dark Streets of the Village
 * Came the Cries of Celebration.
 * In the Banquet Hall of the Village
 * Hrormir and his boon Companion Darfang
 * Embraced and drank of rich Mead.
 * The Shadowy Hag too was smiling,
 * Sleeping still in her soft Bed,
 * Until the morning Sun touched her naked Face
 * And she awoke, and saw All,
 * And knew All saw her.
 * And she cried out:
 * "Mortal Man!"
 * Night fell fast upon the Land
 * As the Hag flew into the Banquet Hall
 * Casting blackest Darkness in her Wake
 * But all the Celebrants still could see
 * Her Anger
 * In her monstrous Face
 * And they shook with Fear.
 * The Hag had said the Kingdom was
 * To be divided among her Heirs.
 * But Aelfendor had been kept whole
 * While her Children divided,
 * Drawn and quartered.
 * Hrormir was mightily amused.
 * He swallowed his Laughter
 * In his Mead,
 * For none should laugh outright
 * At the Daedra Lord Nocturnal
 * Without her gray cowl of shadowed Night,
 * Her hideous Face forced the Moons
 * To hide themselves.
 * Hrormir the mighty did not quail.
 * "Wherest be thine Hood, shadowy hag?"
 * "Mortal Man hast taken it from me unaware.
 * When I awoke, my Face unmasked,
 * My Kingdom cast into the Light,
 * My Dark King Heirs in Pieces cast,
 * And here, my Champion smiles.
 * Yet in truth, thou kept thy Promise truly,
 * To never keep thy Promise true."
 * Hrormir
 * Son of Hrorgar
 * Bowed to the Hag, his Queen.
 * "And evermore,
 * 'Til thou releaseth me, will I serve thee so."
 * "A clever Mind in a Champion
 * Is a much overvalued Trait."
 * The Hag released Hrormir's Soul
 * And he released her Hood.
 * And so in the Light of darkest Dark,
 * She left Aelfendor evermore.
 * And after drinking twelve Flagons of Mead,
 * And bedding four Wenches
 * Twice each,
 * Did Darfang return to Eversnow
 * With Hrormir
 * Son of Hrorgar.