Re: Qorlander Bay
The rest of the guests slowly leave to their rooms, one by one, guided by silent, invisible attendants. Late in the night, a haunting melody drifts through the manse.
Our hearts are heavy laden,
With burden from the stars.
We lean on others strength,
Yearning for home afar.
What will be our end here?
What will be our fate?
Can we last the coming storm,
Or all be found by Hate?
When great evil comes for us,
My kind has not the strength,
Neither skill nor power,
To live before Death's gate.
Give your strength to those,
Who live within the trees.
Arms and hearts for that which grows,
Now tend to us in need.
Give your skill to those,
Whose arts both steel and mind,
With ready wits and bows,
Ne're leave one of us behind.
Give your pow'r to those,
Who stand within the way,
Their bodies and their might,
To shield my kind this day.
To those who've come before,
And those who follow after,
Let your blessings fall e'er sure,
Turning pain to laughter.
Oh Lord most high and mighty,
He who created all,
We beseech your presence,
To save us from our Fall.