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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The ceremonial guard, in splendour, they gallop across Badicha, the people atop the walls loudly cheer, the knights regaled in shining armour, they ride so proud, the cheering does quickly desist, they now watch the Dark man and Turvehr. The Dark man and Turvehr, they are a statue of war, ready to let loose Hell, they stand before the guard and envoys. Utamol, once more in the Dark Man's gloved hand, Ricciard did stand off with his knights, he did watch the scene, His head did shake in sorrow, there was nothing he could do if Hell were loosed. the Dark Man and Turvehr, they stand tall, waiting. The people, watching this strange scene with great intent, something, almost surreal in the situation they watched, The ceremonial guard did shorten their pace, their grey mounts showing proud bearing, the people did know, something was wrong. The Dark Man and Turvehr, they move not an inch, the guard came to a halt, before the Dark Man and Turvehr, they now did stand, The watchers see angry gesticulations on both sides, No words could be heard, much could be seen, The Dark Man and Turvehr, still, they did not move. No one did make a move, now there seemed some kind of stalemate, the ceremonial guard, they would not attack the Dark Man, In the same regard, the Dark Man would not attack the ceremonial guard, words were spoken by both, the Dark man and the Captain, Turgon, some seemed most animated. finally, Utamol was slipped into the scabbard. once more, Utamol, mighty sword of power, it had not tasted the blood, Turvehr and the Dark Man, they did manoeuvre themselves to the side of Ricciard. the ceremonial guard, they now take their place on Badicha. My Lords and ladies, I think, while your horns be charged, I, thy Bard, shall tell of the words spoken on Badicha, they have come down through the ages, from Bard to Bard, as you do enjoy your mead. These words, spoken between the Dark Man and Turgon, I shall give you, Come now, let us go back so slightly on this timeline, It is time to hear the words. The usual pleasantries, they did start proceedings, Turgon did start the conversation lightly, "Well met Dark Man, everyone awaits your coming." "Well met Turgon, I presume you have come for these?" "Yes my lord, I have come for the envoys." Do you not mean the assassins, my friend?" "They are the envoys of the Dark Ones, my Lord." To Be Continued..........
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