Gonna bookify this at somepoint when I get back from traveling but couldn't sleep so wrote a thing based off my favourite old little lore detail.
It's about how many crusaders of Korigon/Valour the old holy god of war would fight wearing red and white and as they fought and their views changed their colours faded to the dark red and grey of Skiera, the old neutral god of skill in battle and they'd pray to her instead for the skill to survive. Always stuck with me as I love the idea of it.
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Skiera's knights
And now a tale as old as yore,
Of crusaders and the oaths they swore,
To Valour, holy god of war,
Who's crest of red and white they bore.
He told them that they fought for light,
Of glories of the highest heights,
And how poets would soon recite,
Songs in their honour every night.
So as they marched his songs they sang,
And shining bright their armour clanged,
Till shields they split and swords they swang,
As battle sounds each night they rang.
And as they fought on day by day,
Their colours they began to fade,
And one by one began to pray,
In Skiera's crests of blood and gray.
They prayed for strength, they prayed for might,
They prayed to her for skill to fight,
That they might live another night,
Valour's no more, now Skiera's Knights.
And as the warriors returned,
They shared with us that which they learned,
As the wounded groaned and dead were burned,
There's no glory in war to be earned.
So let their story be a lesson,
To those blindly heed the heavens,
The gods you follow may far depart,
Those with your best interests at heart.
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(Might bin off the last verse, let me know what you think)
((Also bring back Skiera, best goddess. "May Skiera guide my blade in battle" is still my favourite prayer haha))
It's about how many crusaders of Korigon/Valour the old holy god of war would fight wearing red and white and as they fought and their views changed their colours faded to the dark red and grey of Skiera, the old neutral god of skill in battle and they'd pray to her instead for the skill to survive. Always stuck with me as I love the idea of it.
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Skiera's knights
And now a tale as old as yore,
Of crusaders and the oaths they swore,
To Valour, holy god of war,
Who's crest of red and white they bore.
He told them that they fought for light,
Of glories of the highest heights,
And how poets would soon recite,
Songs in their honour every night.
So as they marched his songs they sang,
And shining bright their armour clanged,
Till shields they split and swords they swang,
As battle sounds each night they rang.
And as they fought on day by day,
Their colours they began to fade,
And one by one began to pray,
In Skiera's crests of blood and gray.
They prayed for strength, they prayed for might,
They prayed to her for skill to fight,
That they might live another night,
Valour's no more, now Skiera's Knights.
And as the warriors returned,
They shared with us that which they learned,
As the wounded groaned and dead were burned,
There's no glory in war to be earned.
So let their story be a lesson,
To those blindly heed the heavens,
The gods you follow may far depart,
Those with your best interests at heart.
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(Might bin off the last verse, let me know what you think)
((Also bring back Skiera, best goddess. "May Skiera guide my blade in battle" is still my favourite prayer haha))
