Hello Everyone! With all the talk of the #Odyssey going around, it inspired me to do an in universe equivalent for my Æthernia fantasy campaign. So in the spirit of the #illiad, I present the tragedy of Ar, in three parts. Hope you enjoy!
Part A – https://youtu.be/wg-dXsSXHbU
Part B – This Video
Part C – https://youtu.be/p5q1r0rb3EA
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Video made with: vizzy.io
Audio: Suno
Lyrics: Written, arranged, and edited by me
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[Intro]
Now sing the war that was never a war of men,
but the Deceiver’s war, fought with our own hands.
Sing the light that fell, and the floor of the world that broke —
and the sea that came, and stayed, and is standing there yet.
[Verse 1]
For years the Iron Banners and the temple-hosts made war,
and each faithful throat that opened poured its worship on the floor.
The skies above them cracked and bled; the doctrine could not hold —
for the gods who drank their dying guttered dim, like lamps run cold.
[Chorus]
Down, down go the banners of Ar,
down where no name is sung.
The sword-arm of the world is severed —
and the sea has stopped its tongue.
[Verse 2]
No two survivors tell it same, but all of them tell this:
it began above the heartland with a second sun’s white kiss.
Brighter than the noon it hung, till shadows fell away,
and they who looked upon it stood there blinded where they lay.
[Verse 3]
Some say the Deceiver, cast down at godhood’s very door;
some say the old gods’ answer-stroke, that spared the world no more.
It struck the shining capital. First the light — a soundless white —
seen, they swear, from every nation, quenching every candle’s light.
[Break]
The sound arrives. A wall of burning wind. Forests laid flat. The drum stops dead.
[Verse 4]
Then the sound came rolling after, like the sky torn from its hinge,
and a tree of fire and shadow climbed the heavens at its fringe —
as if the dying god had planted, in the land that bought his crown,
its own great blazing funeral pyre, to burn the mourners down.
[Verse 5]
And then the ground gave up its holding. The world’s floor cracked and gave.
The banner-halls, the ten thousand graves, the seats of Kel and Varn and Dral —
they groaned, they shuddered, and they sank; the sea rushed in to have them all.
A season the grey ash fell. The great waves walked the distant shore.
The sword-arm of the world was severed —
and the sea closed. Nothing more.
[Chorus]
Down, down go the banners of Ar,
down where no name is sung.
The sword-arm of the world is severed —
and the sea has stopped its tongue.
[Bridge]
We warned you. And you burned us. And you sent us to the sea.
And so, of all the sons of Ar, the traitors are the ones left free.
We keep your banners now, you dead — the honor and the shame —
we sing your drowned and shining halls, that someone keeps your name.
[Outro]
There is a grave the width of a kingdom, and a sea above its head.
The fishermen there call it the Banner Sea.
They do not know they are sailing over Ar.
But we know. We remember.
And while one voice of Arn still breathes —
the banner does not fall.
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