For so long have travelled, I have fought. Now the road is at an end. I've climbed the highest mountains. Seen the sea beyond the hills, I'm alone with a dream.
["After spending a night among cheerful song and many a laughter at the Inn of Eamon Bayle, the Islander and the Elf woman, whose destinies were now closely entwined, set out to the east away from pursuing men and towards the glades of her people. Like a horse that great elven kings would mount before men had not yet named a chieftain, the black mare now carried them in restless flight across the Southland Dales"].
[Music:Magnusson Lyrics:Heidgert, Magnusson]. . "After a journey that seemed endlessly long, they finally set foot by the. ivory plains...but the. atmosphere around this place was horrific as they looked out across the.
[Music:Magnusson,Heidgert Lyrics:Heidgert, Magnusson]. . "Welcome to dragonland, A mighty enchanting world. Filled with the most remarkable wonders and the most fearsome of foes!.
Astray I have wandered. I have been haunted. By the fear that's been holding me down. . But the heavens sing your silent cry. And they whisper. . A sleepless starlight.
"I speak to you now, sons and daughters of. Dragonland, After what may seem to some like. A lifetime of silence, These words are not my. own, for I utter the mind of Elsydeon,.
[Music: Wolgang Amadeus Mozart ,Arranged by Dragonland]. . "Last words of my dear brother.... Seek your origin in the mithril mountain. All answers shall be revealed....
[Music: Magnusson Lyrics: Magnusson, Heidgert]. . "We yearn for the battle and the glory...but my heart doesn't stray from home.... We're joined by the dwarves of the underworld, the elves of.
"Ascending through time and space. Oh great cosmos, hand me the key. Contemplating the fabric of your architecture. Oh great all, I see the key you hold.
[Music: Magnusson, Holmild, Morek Lyrics: Heidgert]. . The time of wonders has come. The Dragons soaring high. To Dragonland this story takes you. Come, follow me to that world.
["The eldest sages of our kin say that the seeds of Val'inthor were stars that came to fall even before the birth of the sun. For one who has gazed upon the majesty of the Elder Tree, who have heard the playful laughter of our kin sounding through the open sylvan glades or seen the ivory robes that my daughter bears within these lands, such myth may readily seem as truth. For although Duviel, my beloved daughter joyfully wore the studded leather garments of elven scouts she was the queen of our kind"].
Une, i sya nila (sleep, for it's late). Neue nieau ili oseni 'a (rest, weary of the vowes of day). I sya nila (for it's late). siehe c'it a (tomorrow is closer to me).
["It is said that the most beautiful sunset in the Realms is that viewed from Havenshore, as the fiery sun disc turns the Great Sea into an ocean of molten gold. The fresh breeze of the sea, the gulls calling over windswept dunes of sand and the tranquil comings and goings of an idyllic village; such a place is not an easy one to leave behind, but great is the yearning for adventure in a young heart. Precisely what made the Islander hoist the sails with but a few comrades eludes even me, but after he crossed the borders to our lands, our beloved Val'inthor of many glades, he often spoke of fervent dreams that haunted him every single night..
[Music: Holmid]. . "A hundred years have passes, now it is time to strike back. Time to raise our swords and shields again. But who will lead us, the armies of light this time?.
[Musik: Holmlid, Magnusson, Heidgert Lyrics: Heidgert]. . We have to fight for our freedom and lives. Nigth and day for light we pray. Who'll stand victorious we are but a few.
As the smoke has cleared. The dust lays heavy in the air. I wake up covered in blood and sweat. Can't reminisce what really happened. . So hold me tight as my life runs short.
Alone I travel though the wasteland in my heart. As the grievance tears me apart. Thinking of you and the things you meant to me. My heart is bleeding, I can't go on.
There is a howling in the distance. There is a crying in the cold. And in the falling darkness I can hear them call. The wind and the masters of all. .
["The draconian laws of the King of Westmar left no man unaffected. In his will to restore order to Westmar and the lands beyond the Royal Guard was tenfold increased. Unruly elements among the populace was quickly sent to the gallows, the highland salt mines or worst of all; to the newly constructed and crowded factories filled with dark and twisted magical machinery, fuled by stinking ichors and run by gigantic cobs..
Death, white fang destruction runs. Roughshod among the pack. With uncontrolled bloodlust. . Hunt, thrill of the kill by moonlight. Too wild too tame for this world.