Hans challenged that night for Fostern
Some may think that there is still much that he needs to learn
Oh and ever so much that he needs to do
But it seemed the right time
And his renown proved true
The challenge was witty and it was fast
Hans had to learn my song as was done in the past - Orally
I was judging. Ready to strike
But he did so well that
I only need strike him once
Oh Hans Rienhold
You are Fostern now
Do you still feel the same
As when you were not?
Your time has come
You know as much as I
Hans you are a Skald - Get of Fenris
Oh Hans, Shield-brother
You are now equal to me
Do you stil remember the words
Of the song you have learned?
When I have died
Will you still recall? (Yes..)
Hans you are a Skald - Get of Fenris
Hans challenged that night for Fostern
I can see him standing there as my song he did learn
Oh and I can hear him singing it now..
Yes, it sounds like Hans is
My competition now
Oh yes, it sounds like Hans is
My competition now..
Brandon Races Deaths Chill Wind comes into the forest
Seeks to find a place among the GET of Silvermoon
Looking for adventure and a little bit of mischief
Runs into Rebecca Braun; they play each day at noon.
Soaking wet is Brandon, after the first event
Riding logs down the river - Rebecca gets the fame
Takes the loss very well - no bitter feelings scar him
Laughs and offers out his hand "Let's try another game"
Sure-footed Brandon stands upon an icy log
Whipping snowballs at his foe - he's sure he'll win today.
Brandon scores upon her many hits - she falls into the river
They're at a tie at this point. Combats the only way.
Battle-ready Brandon faces down the Galliard
Galliard thinks to beat him, but Brandon knows the way
Brandon earns her respect, Brandon earns her friendship
Brandon wins the competition and then he starts to play.
Mischief-maker Brandon having won the battle
Play upon his foe a joke - to help her "see the way"
He paints upon her face a clown and leaves her for the tribe to see
Tribe laughs, she's a joke. That's all I have to say.
My packmates were out looking for a bit of battle action.
Their wanderings led them outside of a biker bar between Smithville and Necropolis on the edge of the woods.
Thinking bars are an excellent hang out for leeches and the like.. they wanted the bar from the woods.
They didn't wait long before a couple of men exit the bar .. hauling the unconcious bloody body of a third.
Keen wolf ears pick up the phrase "finish hiim off" and keen eyes spy the gleam of a knife. Cues for Socrates and Kuwanyauma to get involved
Socrates, an ahroun through and through, takes the direct route.
He fights in Glabra to maintain the Veil taking on the closer and larger of the two.
Kuwanyauma, small yet fierce circles about in Hispo and moves to take down the second.
Their atteck is met and returmed as the two aren't what they seem.
Fomors it would seem, growing claws and showing bestial teeth.
Socrates was quick in taking down his opponent and Kuwan had heres well in hand when suddenly...
Socrates is shot by a third formor ...
Despite their wounds, Socrates and Kuwanyauma bring down their foes. They clear up the evidence of the fomori and Kuwanyauma heals the unconcious human somewhat before calling the authorities anonimously.
My packmates... victorious, wise and compassionate.
Brother in tribe, Shield brother were you
Though in blood we be no more than friends
You valued our ways with all that was in you
More than your life of its too brief end.
Voice of Fury SilverTongued
How it must have hurt your heart when you lost your sweet wife
But together you stood with your tribe and your Hove
Teaching your skills with your fists and your words
For too many seasons you lived in this Hov
With no pack and no family to hold
I can hear the tribe call your Death Rite tonight
And a cry of pain howls from my soul.
Shield-brother you fought
For this land of sweet greenness. our Hov and our tribe
No tame people we - Fenrir will and heart must be strong
With courage and honour and wisdom along.
When I am finally at peace with my own family
How can discontent stir in my mind?
Why do I want to turn back to sad memories?
To times with my brother Hans at my side.
Our wolf-blood runs high
Every night that the moon shows her face in the sky
This life was not meant for those made such as we
Take the lead from here Hans, our homeland to see.
I will stay here to fight for this is now my home
I'll go down fighting the good fight just like thee
I know you, friend will there in that land of our own
When my time here is done, wait for me.
Shield-brother, Voice of Fury
I'll let no one gainsay your deeds or question your honour
They can't tame a wolf' soul or say false claims of thee
Your deeds will not be forgotten - So your spirit can now run free
There's a man we all know.. Socrates Gordost
Former Wyrmfoe; and Bane-possessed Silver Fang
The tribes all discussed; should he be saved or was he lost
The decision that they came to was to save him.
Woah.. oh.. oh.. oh.. oh
This is the Song of his Redemption
Healed in body, but not in soul, with a need to prove himself once more
With his pack, he sets off into the Umbra
From a ledge on a cliff, there's a Falcon who says
"Those who fall can raise back again"
Woah oh oh oh oh
And the Falcon led the way towards his Redemption
There's a feeling you get when you enter Erebus
And your spirit is crying to leave there
Along a path by the pools, where the dead they are pleading
To a spring, the pack made their way
Woah oh oh oh oh
The spring water was like a cleansing fire of pain
But their task wasn't done, they continued on together as one
As the Falcon, it led them to the Homeland
Of the Children of Gaia... and from the Well they did drink,
And their bodies were healed of scars
Oh but there was still more...
On they travelled through the Umbra
For many days
Battling Scrags they found along the way
The next stop was in the Strider Homeland
So like a desert
Towards the River of Life and Death
The wind was howling and it wouldn't stop but on we went
With Wepauet calling for us to join him
And when the storm was done and we pressed on
Our path was blocked by Scrags ahead
And then a Zemeispawn from the left
It chased us down, we turned to fight
There stood a man that we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
That he's back in the fight again
And so we battled strong and hard
With claw and sword at last they fell.
The spirits of earth are cheering for the chosen ones
Gaia's Garou daughters and her sons
Is it chance battle or Ragnorok that now embraces me?
Are you willing to sacrifice for victory? Oo-ah.. Oo-ah..
Deep within the Umbra, where the spirits do roam
A shadow falls across what is now my home
Over and over, the Skripri will descend on us
Remember no retreat! From here you die where you stand.
It's an honour to defeat the caern against the Jormungandr's hand.
The rage and the battle form makes us strangers to fear
Against a sword-like stinger that feels like a line of silver
As the Skripri descend on us..
Once the battle's over, the survivors will howl
For all the lost brethren that did fight and fall
Glory is for the hereos
Honour is for the brave
Warriors will be remembered;
In songs - wisdom saved
All for Gaia
All for GAIA!!