Work in progress-This is a heroic epic from the lost ages of the Intermundane Eras, when the eldritch threat of Nystol still held. Translated from the original Oruscan Greek into comparable meter.
Of the eldritch world will you hear, of famous bronze and of unearthly fire, how it was that a few companions went up against lawless breeds and creeping peril, delivering all the broad lands from desolation. They dared enter darkest caves, going into depths enchanted. At last they overcame the worst obstacle, the horse-devouring, man-devouring, horned terror, first-born of ancient Chaos. By the son of Jarlath, fiercest among them, was it accomplished. He pierced the artery of the beast with an ancestral blade, trusting that the prayer of his companions had been heard. Willed by the Allfather they were, some to heroic end, but others to return and see their work harvested upon the Field of Gederon, that day the great armies stood opposed. So witnessed they the hour of the Bane-lord’s doom.