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["The men of Brisingard rarely display a single sign of their noble ancestry; their village was once the mighty capital of men, before the first orc raids began. With the east growing increasingly perilous, the most wealthy and privileged sought a new home among the elven ruins of the west, and the poor were left behind to face the creatures of the northern Darklands with means they could.
Their king, now no more than a chieftain, still proudly sits upon the golden throne in full imperial regalia, ruling no more than a few hundred and seems more jester than King. Only one important task was left to his line by Ethil I, first king of Westmar; to safeguard the Century Horn of Mount Farnor, built in ancient to gather all peoples of Dragonland once blewn into. And such is the only hope of the Islander and his dwarven companion, but the vain King of the East is no longer the horn's sole guardian - a foul beast, unseen by any man now lurks on the mountain top, according to local lore; a fabled savage Frost Giant"]

Deepest the east
Where vast ridges meet the Ivory
Winds of the Zephyr chill the blood in hearts

Treacherous! Furious!
Surely the will bring us to fall

of the winds
Let our be swift
of mist in this age-old ruin
King of the
Let the trials
me the secret for I seek the Century
Horn of Farnor

As a blizzard near
upon the mountain we stand
thundering footsteps strike a fear our hearts

thrall!
our call!
Hear us, come and unveil who you are!

of the storm
To this quest I am
Ruler of mist on this mountain
of your kin
Let your begin!
me your riddles for I seek the Century
Horn of Mount

the answer is clear
But dawn breaks the second word's voiced
One final riddle strikes into our hearts

of leaves!
to me!
Surely, your words bring the to fall!

of the bones
So of your throne
Ruler of men among towers
of your kin
Now your war begin!
Thousands are as I sound the
Horn of Mount Farnor

Devious!
Glorious!
Brother, I find you wherever you are!