Raelyna
A Ballad of the Irollan Minstrel
In Irollan lived a minstrel, composing verses carefree...
From his wondrous rhymes, all creatures laughed endlessly.
He believed his poetry was a gift from Silanna...
But everyone around him insisted he was a talentless poet.
Our minstrel returned the emerald dragons...
And immediately drove them away with his own verses!
They say that the minstrel's poems
Fill everyone around with delight and rapture...
But the Sylvan is not like that,
Even his relatives blush
From his talentless verses!
The minstrel's path led to a knight and a mage...
Oh, Sar'Ilam, save us from these rhymes and melodies!
He said one useful thing – to end Isabella...
But would anyone listen to a Sylvan minstrel?
The minstrel walks in a quartet, singing about passion and tenderness...
Shut him up already, Railag, kick him in the groin!
And so the Sylvan diplomat returned to Irollan...
But there are no beautiful forests left, only ruins lie there!
Dark kin came to the Sylvans,
And from this raid, the elven forests were devastated.
The minstrel returned home, stopped the enemy,
And they elected him king... of ruins and graves.