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Ritchie the minstrel composed this song based on oral legends about the Kingdom of Solstice, rumored to lie west of Bal Harbor. Ritchie was awarded the star of recognition for his supreme performance at Bard Annual Festival in Opera Symphonia.   
 
Ritchie the minstrel composed this song based on oral legends about the Kingdom of Solstice, rumored to lie west of Bal Harbor. Ritchie was awarded the star of recognition for his supreme performance at Bard Annual Festival in Opera Symphonia.   
  
<helpfile>
 
There was a proud and noble stag
 
In Shadow Wood was born,
 
And there he grew, and there he met,
 
And loved a Unicorn.
 
  
He served her long, he served her well,
+
{|
He served her, whole and part
+
| There was a proud and noble stag
Until one night in Shadow Glade
+
| In Shadow Wood was born,
He told her all his heart.
+
| And there he grew, and there he met,
 +
| And loved a Unicorn.
 +
|
 +
| He served her long, he served her well,
 +
| He served her, whole and part
 +
| Until one night in Shadow Glade
 +
| He told her all his heart.
 +
|
 +
| She did not mock, she did not laugh,
 +
| But softly told him, Nay;
 +
| He did not grieve, but chose to leave
 +
| And plotted to betray.
 +
|
 +
| He sought out then King Sable's men;
 +
| His words were cold and blunt,
 +
| 'Oh, sentry hosts, desert your posts:
 +
| I offer you a hunt.'
 +
|
 +
| King Sable's men were duty bound,
 +
| To guard the Wood from fear.
 +
| The king, in pride, set sword aside,
 +
| To bargain with the deer.
 +
|
 +
| 'There is no hunt for me,' said he,
 +
| 'Of any creature born,
 +
| Unless I could in Shadow Wood
 +
| Hunt down the Unicorn.'
 +
|
 +
| 'None knows so well where she may dwell
 +
| As I who did her will,
 +
| If you will heed, then I will lead,
 +
| And you may have your kill.'
 +
|
 +
| But one lone guard forewarned the king:
 +
| 'This hunt is evil-starred;
 +
| For those with arms and potent charms
 +
| Against whom we must guard
 +
|
 +
| No more will wait with eyes of hate
 +
| And souls and hearts of gall,
 +
| But purge the Wood of light and good,
 +
| And Jake forgive us all.'
 +
|
 +
| Still Sable boasts, 'Step down, my hosts,
 +
| And sic the hunting drake,
 +
| Let men invade both wood and glade,
 +
| I care not of this Jake.'
 +
|-
 +
| The stag led on from night to dawn,
 +
| From sunrise into morn,
 +
| And in the shade of Shadow Glade
 +
| Betrayed the Unicorn.
 +
|
 +
| She spoke to him; her voice was grim:
 +
| 'What have you done for pride?
 +
| You know and see your destiny
 +
| And yet you turn aside.
 +
|
 +
| You would betray me to my death
 +
| And quite forsake your vow?
 +
| Then service lent without consent
 +
| Is all you do me now.'
 +
|
 +
| She touched him once, she touched him twice,
 +
| And three times with her horn.
 +
| And there he fell, and where he fell,
 +
| He rose a Unicorn.
 +
|
 +
| The guards have fled; their trusting land
 +
| All undefended lies;
 +
| And through the Wood invaders ride
 +
| With darkness in their eyes.
 +
|
 +
| Without alarms they practice charms
 +
| That drive away the light
 +
| And Shadow into Darken Wood
 +
| Is made that evil night.
 +
|
 +
| And afterward, with sword and spell
 +
| And horse and horn and hound
 +
| They hunted down King Sable's men
 +
| And ran them all to ground.
 +
|
 +
| The king was slain, his body lain
 +
| Among his dying men,
 +
| But they were told ere they were cold
 +
| To rise and hunt again.
 +
|
 +
| For every wraith who breaks his faith
 +
| Must wander without cease
 +
| And, cold, perform what he did, warm,
 +
| And never rest in peace.
 +
|
 +
| So every night the stag betrays
 +
| The love he could not keep
 +
| And king and host desert their post
 +
| To hunt and never sleep.
 +
|
 +
| And so they shall betray and die,
 +
| Until the day they show
 +
| That they somehow fulfill their vow
 +
| They broke so long ago...
 +
|}
  
She did not mock, she did not laugh,
 
But softly told him, Nay;
 
He did not grieve, but chose to leave
 
And plotted to betray.
 
 
He sought out then King Sable's men;
 
His words were cold and blunt,
 
'Oh, sentry hosts, desert your posts:
 
I offer you a hunt.'
 
 
King Sable's men were duty bound,
 
To guard the Wood from fear.
 
The king, in pride, set sword aside,
 
To bargain with the deer.
 
 
'There is no hunt for me,' said he,
 
'Of any creature born,
 
Unless I could in Shadow Wood
 
Hunt down the Unicorn.'
 
 
'None knows so well where she may dwell
 
As I who did her will,
 
If you will heed, then I will lead,
 
And you may have your kill.'
 
 
But one lone guard forewarned the king:
 
'This hunt is evil-starred;
 
For those with arms and potent charms
 
Against whom we must guard
 
 
No more will wait with eyes of hate
 
And souls and hearts of gall,
 
But purge the Wood of light and good,
 
And Jake forgive us all.'
 
 
Still Sable boasts, 'Step down, my hosts,
 
And sic the hunting drake,
 
Let men invade both wood and glade,
 
I care not of this Jake.'
 
 
The stag led on from night to dawn,
 
From sunrise into morn,
 
And in the shade of Shadow Glade
 
Betrayed the Unicorn.
 
 
She spoke to him; her voice was grim:
 
'What have you done for pride?
 
You know and see your destiny
 
And yet you turn aside.
 
 
You would betray me to my death
 
And quite forsake your vow?
 
Then service lent without consent
 
Is all you do me now.'
 
 
She touched him once, she touched him twice,
 
And three times with her horn.
 
And there he fell, and where he fell,
 
He rose a Unicorn.
 
 
The guards have fled; their trusting land
 
All undefended lies;
 
And through the Wood invaders ride
 
With darkness in their eyes.
 
 
Without alarms they practice charms
 
That drive away the light
 
And Shadow into Darken Wood
 
Is made that evil night.
 
 
And afterward, with sword and spell
 
And horse and horn and hound
 
They hunted down King Sable's men
 
And ran them all to ground.
 
 
The king was slain, his body lain
 
Among his dying men,
 
But they were told ere they were cold
 
To rise and hunt again.
 
 
For every wraith who breaks his faith
 
Must wander without cease
 
And, cold, perform what he did, warm,
 
And never rest in peace.
 
 
So every night the stag betrays
 
The love he could not keep
 
And king and host desert their post
 
To hunt and never sleep.
 
 
And so they shall betray and die,
 
Until the day they show
 
That they somehow fulfill their vow
 
They broke so long ago...
 
</helpfile>
 
  
 
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Revision as of 10:37, 28 March 2011

Darken Wood
Equipment
Builder: Rita
Date Added:
Continent: Thordfalan [BH]
Run to Area: 12wn4d4n2e2se
Repop Time:
Difficulty: High Solo to Mid Group

Description/Story of Darken Wood goes here...

Quick Notes

  • High Solo to Mid Group
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Adjacent Areas

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                           Matterhorn Valley ---+--- E
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                                             D  S

General Notes & Tips

Ritchie the minstrel composed this song based on oral legends about the Kingdom of Solstice, rumored to lie west of Bal Harbor. Ritchie was awarded the star of recognition for his supreme performance at Bard Annual Festival in Opera Symphonia.


There was a proud and noble stag In Shadow Wood was born, And there he grew, and there he met, And loved a Unicorn. He served her long, he served her well, He served her, whole and part Until one night in Shadow Glade He told her all his heart. She did not mock, she did not laugh, But softly told him, Nay; He did not grieve, but chose to leave And plotted to betray. He sought out then King Sable's men; His words were cold and blunt, 'Oh, sentry hosts, desert your posts: I offer you a hunt.' King Sable's men were duty bound, To guard the Wood from fear. The king, in pride, set sword aside, To bargain with the deer. 'There is no hunt for me,' said he, 'Of any creature born, Unless I could in Shadow Wood Hunt down the Unicorn.' 'None knows so well where she may dwell As I who did her will, If you will heed, then I will lead, And you may have your kill.' But one lone guard forewarned the king: 'This hunt is evil-starred; For those with arms and potent charms Against whom we must guard No more will wait with eyes of hate And souls and hearts of gall, But purge the Wood of light and good, And Jake forgive us all.' Still Sable boasts, 'Step down, my hosts, And sic the hunting drake, Let men invade both wood and glade, I care not of this Jake.'
The stag led on from night to dawn, From sunrise into morn, And in the shade of Shadow Glade Betrayed the Unicorn. She spoke to him; her voice was grim: 'What have you done for pride? You know and see your destiny And yet you turn aside. You would betray me to my death And quite forsake your vow? Then service lent without consent Is all you do me now.' She touched him once, she touched him twice, And three times with her horn. And there he fell, and where he fell, He rose a Unicorn. The guards have fled; their trusting land All undefended lies; And through the Wood invaders ride With darkness in their eyes. Without alarms they practice charms That drive away the light And Shadow into Darken Wood Is made that evil night. And afterward, with sword and spell And horse and horn and hound They hunted down King Sable's men And ran them all to ground. The king was slain, his body lain Among his dying men, But they were told ere they were cold To rise and hunt again. For every wraith who breaks his faith Must wander without cease And, cold, perform what he did, warm, And never rest in peace. So every night the stag betrays The love he could not keep And king and host desert their post To hunt and never sleep. And so they shall betray and die, Until the day they show That they somehow fulfill their vow They broke so long ago...