The Giant Of Inespell

    In the great past, before the Greater Tribe knew of grain and ale.
    Before the cow and the horse grazed the meadows of Rannek,
    our people herded goats and marched with the seasons.

    Upon the Northern Lights, they came Riding the Northern Winds, they came. The Eldrim they called themselves. And at first, we loved them.

    They taught us of metals and the forge We taught them our stars and our sky

    They taught us to shape the stone We taught them to sail our waters

    They taught us to color the flowers We taught them to make them bloom

    Then they taught us glamour We taught them the ways of our world

    For all their haughtiness, they were not our masters They were as brothers, we were kin But as brothers do, we often did fight

    It has come to pass that their true selves were shown Interlopers who covet our lands For they thought themselves great, they lost their own

    But as they learned our ways, they grew strong And their glamour was beyond our own In each battle, we grew desperate

    By inch and by furlong, we lost our lands And the Eldrim, strong as they are We grew small underneath their yoke

    But for all that they taught they did not teach us of iron For iron was their bane

    Iron is now our blessing

    The greatest of us, the most learned With all the glamour ours could muster We forged with the fires of our mountains a protector

    A Giant of Iron, the Giant of Inespell Guided by our collective rage Condensed under the cold frozen embers of time

    Under the guidance of the Watcher of the Pools The Giant marched forth against their floating towns With iron and with fire, it wrought destruction

    Those of the Eldrim who though highly of themselves were then brought low by the Giant's might And on that day, we taught them of iron and the fire our rage

    In'isbelul tor'ales 🔗

    branrum 'atelbran ma'ales bran'er
    branrum 'ilis'er gransed ma'al'es
    branrum 'ilis'er tirai ma'al'es

    branrum 'atelbran gras'er makores
    branrum 'atelbran gras'er torenes
    branrum 'atelbran sinthir'er tomures

    branrum graslas ma'al'isul torbael
    mabarak'erlas 'isel thranales
    grasgralul ranekes weslas

    branrum gralislas ma'altales
    'eldegralen asadimrisitar
    branrum 'eldalulbreses norath'er
    branrum 'eldalokes bar'erlas talel

    branrum ma'al'tales sibris'er

    'ilisimris'er

    Inespell's Giant 🔗

    in the distant past, before the dawn of the Greater Tribe in the distant past, before we knew of grain in the distant past, before we knew of ale

    in the distant past, before the cows grazed in the distant past, before the horse grazed in the distant past, before the great owl flew

    in the distant past, we herded our goats we marched with the seasons within the meadows of Rannek

    in the distant past, they came upon the Northern Lights in the distant past, they rode the Northern Winds in the distant past, Eldhellen they were called

    in the distant past, we were infatuated with them