The Ballad of Prince Eliad

“Sing to me, o Grand Matriarch, eldest and most wise of your sisters the harmonious Sisterhood, and through me tell us the tale of that man, who, in the eyes of the heavenly deities, was gifted with many abilities to outmatch of his rivals’, so skillful was he in many ways that even the celestial winged servants, the angels of the Most High, or even human-minded Olympians, coming to power from the reign of their brutish parents, the Titans, could not turn away but instead adored him. He who roamed from one land to another, to and fro, in search of the world's greatest treasures that could make the eldest of man shriek in joy, like that of a youngster when receiving a contemporary toy. The man also learned the ways of many distant men, onto which he gathered for his team a group of large and diverse men, who, in the eyes of the Creator are different from each other. Each with his or her customs and beliefs of the never ending wonders of the world. He also overcame the the scorching heat of the day in the blistering sands of the spacely dunes, and the bone-chilling eerie nights of the evergreen groves infested with hazardous perils lurking around in every corner , while he, during his nomadic life, fought long and hard to bring peace to his kingdom of the Rikalidonians, which, at the recklessness of his strong-willed father the scaly-footed king Abdima, was brought to ruin by the notorious quick-minded Drakul-Nizaar, supreme commander-in-chief of the Plaqinean army, and its people were put in exile from their beloved home; once was the kingdom built in riches and splendor, castle walls ascending to the clouds of the gods, now toppled down onto the busy streets of the city, along with the innocent lives of many civilians, rich and poor alike, most of them crushed by debris of stone. Hear the cries of the small infants as their parents get violated by the hankering hoplites of the quick -witted commander in front of their helpless offsprings. Hear the wailing of the priests of their deity the fleet-footed Artemis as her temples, shrines, and statues get torn apart by the ill-bred soldiers whose main goals are to take what they need, and to destroy what they found useless. See the very abundant livestocks of cattle and goats and horse, all being ravaged for the use of extra supplies for the opposing, of the livelihood in which the goodfolk under the sun have been ripped away from by such boorish fiends, those boorish Plaqineans the wielders of that unbreakable stone that is adamantine that they’ve cultivated into strong blades of destruction and cut down defenseless peasants like ripened wheat during harvest. Oh how terrible were the crimes of such men and equal that to their sharp-witted and shifty transgressor, that lord of the shifting wave like sands flowing across the unkempt borders of Terra Alaetuunapo, that lord Drakul-Nizaar of the dry yet fertile plains of the world beyond civilization, he who is the dreaded cockatrice hatched unto the lands to do evil and other unspeakable horrors upon the house of the Abdimades, to be the very fox that steals into the night and massacres a farmer’s harvest and his livestock, that desert wolf Drakul-Nizaar! Now is the calling sent unto Him Who Sees by the hosts of the celestial plains, his destiny to bring order unto the kingdom which was stolen from him and his father by the enemy, his destiny to bring down the blade unto the serpent’s dreadful venom filled head and to lop it off with his divinely coated Argis, the blade of the Celestials. Prince Eliad, the Exiled One, the disgraced Prince of the Abdimades, stolen away through the night of the howlings and shrieks in the wilderness by a host of his father’s slaves and concubines, here he resides within the the lands of beasts and other beings of the dark. Here, the lion-hearted Eliad shall master the ways of a warrior, to slay many abyssal minded foes and to recruit a following of vagrants and outcasts alike to take up arms for the banner that is for his name, Him Who Sees, Prince Eliad”