From The Jackals To The Shepherds 42: King of Spades

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Battlebards Tracks used:

Elven Dirge – Farewell – Score Music – Philippe Payet

Transcription:

A week has passed

We found something digging in the mud and a week has passed and

We made new families and a week has passed and

We planted our gardens and a week has passed and

We met The Beast and a week has passed and

We met The Creature and a week has passed and

We saw a good omen and a week has passed and

We consolidate our tools and a week has passed and

We learned the legends passed down by those before us and a week has passed and

We splash in beauty and a week has passed and

We learn of the ruinous girl who has been with us a long time and a week has passed and

We meet the charismatic girl who has been with us a long time and a week has passed and

We feel old love and a week has passed and

We get into a playground fight and a week has passed and

We find the first pine tree and a week has passed and

We prepare to kill The Creature and a week has passed and

We say goodbye to old love and a week has passed and

We die to The Creature’s hand, defending its home, and a week has passed and

We feel the hunger of summer storms and a week has passed and

We know that summer is fleeting and a week has passed and

We welcome a new face into our community and a week has passed and

We feel the potential of summer all around us and a week has passed and

We try the first ritual and a week has passed and

We welcome a new family into our community and a week has passed and

We build new homes and a week has passed and

We are reminded of the danger of the woods and a week has passed and

We discover the absence of wildlife and a week has passed and

We slip in our ritual, dooming us all and a week has passed and

We mar something beautiful and a week has passed and

We meet the marauders and a week has passed and

We fight ourselves, fighting progress as well and a week has passed and

We part ways with those who feel they cannot belong and a week has passed and

We weather a natural disaster and a week has passed and

We enjoy the fruits of our labors and a week has passed and

We quarantine our ill and a week has passed and

We mourn the death of the strongest among us and a week has passed and

We throw our strength into a single project and a week has passed and

We finish a project early and a week has passed and

We are cold, tired, and miserable and a week has passed and

We react to the winter weather and a week has passed and

We watch a soul disappear into the winter night and a week has passed and

We see a good omen and a week has passed and

The Frost Shepherds arrive.

When the sun finally returns to the sky, the mountains are still. The river continues to run. Winter lasts forever and is over in as much time as it takes to declare that spring has arrived.

We are all that is left, and we have been searching for a place to call home. We find ourselves gathered together in a dark wood, nestled between sharp mountain ridges. The forest is filled with scrawny and sickly trees that stretch upwards like twisted spears. We make our way through the forest to find a small river and an abandoned mining camp. The buildings of the camp are rusted and the wood in them rotting. Mysteriously, all of the trees in this area have been cut despite the area having been abandoned long ago, and only the occasional stump remains, sticking up from the ground. The sun has dipped below the horizon as we take stock of the area and group together.

Many weeks pass.