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Originally Posted by FerniesApple
 yes indeed. Do you want a prize? How about some Mithril underpants that fell off the back of a troll, only lightly soiled. |
lol
More loyal by far than northern kin
The kings we served, but fell to sin.
A tower built and raised up high
Told of our victory 'neath the sky
'Gainst darkest foe, who bent the knee
to lords and warriors 'cross the sea.
That tower fell, now long ago,
the stones and crystal o'erthrow,
high blood was spent, and dear the cost,
our power and majesty were lost.
But still we travel, far and near,
our name doth still inspire fear.
From sceptre to crown to lords unnamed,
to ring we go, still unashamed.
Though humbled many times, we stand
for all the ages, on the strand.