Dragon Age Silver chain
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Issue has actually always captivated myself. Exactly what took place to Ser Brandis, the gold Helm? Lord Demetrius—the only winner killed—died before the success, but both Sister Amity and Brandis survived. Amity established the chantry; record is filled up with the woman name. Yet Brandis vanishes from the tale after his conflict with all the final Emerald Knight.
Who could keep the weight of a people destroyed by their hand?
The tune follows:
Brilliant gold were his helm and sequence,
Bright silver on their horse's rein;
He rode upon the fantastic plain,
The brave and comely knight.
The elves endured fast, their ads high.
They'd perhaps not flee, they'd maybe not travel,
Though knowing they would clearly perish,
The final of Dalish might.
He came across all of them in the fantastic area,
The fate of elvenkind now sealed,
In mercy, urged them all to yield,
He sorrowed for his or her plight.
But prideful had been the Dalish kin,
Their vengeful minds could not surrender,
With raging cry and dreadful smile,
They struck from the Light.
Underneath the red and fading sunshine,
The elven stand had been quick undone,
'Til they certainly were vanquished, all except one:
Defiant in her own battle.
Her brothers regarding the industry put slain,
He'd perhaps not see this lady perish in vain,
In grief, cried "Yield!" to this lady again,
That good and mild knight.
He couldn't strike; their guard dropped low,
She lifted sword against the woman foe,
They couldn't start to see the far-off bow,
Its arrow loosed in-flight.
A sharpened thorn, a searing brand,
A shot the elf cannot resist;
The sword fell lifeless from the woman hand,
With drops of crimson bright.
He said no term, he made no sound,
But caught the lady, dropping toward floor.
The woman dark tresses streaming, all unbound:
A veil as black colored as night.
Or more around him emerged the phone call,
That celebrated Dalish fall,
The weep of vic'try originated in all,
Except the silver knight.
The glimmer of his helm and chain,
Today lifeless with dark and bloody stain.