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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 among the elven ruins of the west, and the poor were left behind to face the creatures of the northern Darklands with whatever 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, king of Westmar; to safeguard the Century Horn of Mount Farnor, built in ancient times 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"]

into the east
Where vast ridges the Ivory shores
Winds of the chill the blood in frostbitten hearts

Treacherous! Furious!
the mountain will bring us to fall

Lord of the
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 draws near
upon the highest we stand
thundering footsteps strike a fear into our

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

of the storm
To this I am sworn
Ruler of on this age-old mountain
King of kin
Let your begin!
Speak me riddles for I seek the Century
of Mount Farnor

First; the answer is
But dawn breaks the second word's voiced
One final riddle despair into our hearts

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

of the bones
So assured of throne
Ruler of men thousand towers
King of kin
Now war will begin!
Thousands are gathering as I the
Horn of Mount Farnor

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