For Depravo

A sad, sad thing have I to sing, About an empty grave, O, For I fear none know where he’s gone, The rat they called Depravo. He grew up quick, learned many tricks Before he learned to shave, O, And Karl his dad was glad he had The son he called Depravo. Sometimes it’s true,…

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It is not the sword

It is not the sword – Anon. “It is not the sword, but the man,” said Merlyn. But the people demanded a sign— the sword forged by Waylund, Excalibur, the “lightning-shard.” “It is not the sword, but the words men follow.” Still, he set it in the stone —Excalibur, the sword of kings— and many…

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The Last Fell King

A tale of Dunmail, the Last Fell King – as set down by Wyndrake Winterheart, of the Noble House of Winterheart, Duke of Keswick and Lord of the FellsKing Dunmail, the Last Fell King It is not certain, the exact way in which Dunmail Winterheart, the last of the Fell Kings, died, but through poems…

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O, Gather hats and Hunter’s shrines

by the surly war poet Kharag Blackmane Men and women near and far, Hear the song of Calligar, Hunt ancestor, brave and strong, Till they were removed from the pantheon. Mad with anger did they go, Sending minions down below, Calling on the Wyld Hunt, Erdrejan soldiers bore the brunt. O, Gather hats and Hunter’s…

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On the passing of Queen Eloise

by Kachina As the leaves fall, and the wind blows, the colours change and the sun glows. As time moves on the seasons flow, the clock turns and life grows. The pattern ages and moves through the cycle, until one day it reaches the end of its spiral. We cannot be where you are, however…

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A poem, by a contributor named Anonymous

Through years of love and hate, Friend and foe were once alive, We are but what we make, Heroes, healers, we survive. We grasp at what we can; Fleeting pleasures, pleasant dreams. For we are all the same, Lords and ladies, queens and kings. We watch with bated breath, We stand together in the dark…

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Bard’s Corner

This Edition’s ‘Bard’s Corner’ has been penned by our very own Quex. “Hey, Harts. This is your local greenskin here to remind you that while fighting and carousing are great fun, what is life without a bit of creativity? Let’s see some songs and poems in the Herald. The poetry scene is thriving throughout all…

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Nix letter (translated by Vern)

lord Fawn, For your aid in our dark plight, we give a way to our sight. The flame of five with one that leads, hand, soul, pure strength and heart that bleeds. The two are hands they perform the show, their puppets and toys by thier will, will go. The one heart holds his family…

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Poetic account of Gorsedd 1101

Poetic account of Gorsedd 1101 by Sir Geoffrey Walker On arrival a grand hall, Rich in hearty foods and wines, Company unsure, save for old friends from other places, Gorsedd begun in ceremony. Dancing is brought, Angharad brings soft instruction to the improbable, Lovers steal glances in closeness of hall, Musicians jest in their tempo….

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The Company Of The Boar’s Last Stand

The poem refers to the disasterous battle of Dunwich Vale in the spring of 1104, where goblin forces decimated the Harts’ expeditionary force to the area. Well over a dozen Harts fell attempting to hold the village; amongst them General Lysander Constantine, Baron Miles Osbourne Hulce and Baron Richard Falcon, plus every single member of…

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