Song: "Battle of the Plateau"

"Battle of the Plateau"
as performed by the bard Marlae Agelmore at Black Elk Inn in The Forks

Twas a night in midsummer when through Haemon's Glen
Rode the new young Lord Fulcairn, armswomen and men
For a poor old slain farmer, he'd sworn to avenge
Hey lally lally! Hey!
A poor Wilder farmer he'd sworn to avenge

Fresh returned from the fjords he, so fair and so tall
Shining greatsword on back, rode the young Lord Cathal
Mourning father and brother, he left Goshawk's walls
Hey lally lally! Hey!
Mourning Cullan and Corrac, he left Goshawk's walls

At his side, Lady Reynhild, with rust-colour'd braids
With her longbow and hound, and her belt bore twin blades
And the young wizard, Mara, who'd come to their aid
Hey lally lally! Hey!
And the ten Wilder warriors, who'd come to their aid

Their quarry, a villain named Eldric the Fair
Was a god-blooded giant with long golden hair
And his band, the Black Talons, most skilled in warfare
Hey lally lally! Hey!
And his hundred foul blackguards, all skilled in warfare

Eldric put to the torch all the Glen's fair farmsteads
Blood of farmers and cattle, it soaked the ground red
Cathal swore "I shan't rest till I take Eldric's head!"
Hey lally lally! Hey!
"On the walls of my keep, fie! I'll hang Eldric's head!"

Well, the Fulcairns gave chase till the Seamist peaks loomed
Then afoot on the slopes 'neath a gold hunter's moon
For young Cathal had sworn to bring Elric his doom
Hey lally lally! Hey!
"If you harm but one Wilder, I'll bring you your doom!"

In a dark mountain valley they at last found their prey
And then forward stepped Mara, to hold them at bay
Raining fire from the skies, fifty men she did slay
Hey lally lally! Hey!
Wielding hellfire and death, fifty men she did slay

Then the battle began, 'twas a most dreadful sight
So outnumbered the Wilders, yet fierce did they fight
Clash of swords, burning flesh, and the fierce arrows' flight
Hey lally lally! Hey!
Spilling blood, baying hounds and the fireballs' flight

Soon our three found the villain who menaced our land
With a seven-foot sword and war pick in his hands
"Eldric, come pay your debt of blood!" Cathal demands.
Hey lally lally! Hey!
"You will pay for your crimes!" young Lord Cathal demands.

Mara's fire scorched the villain, then through the air flew
Lady Reynhild's swift arrows, unerring and true
Then at last, Lord Cathal ran the big bastard through
Hey lally lally! Hey!
'Twas the sword of Cathal that did run Eldric through

So beware bandits, brigands, and foul foreign lords
Best you trouble our borders and cities no more
For Cathal and the Fulcairns will settle the score
Hey lally lally! Hey!
May Cathal protect Wilder's Gorge forevermore