Post by Valhalla crew on Apr 27, 2008 8:34:36 GMT 1
THE FORETELLING
Some 2100 years ago, died the most severe King of the Korrigans that Armorica ever knew on the lands of Britanny. The cause of his death are still not known, but we are sure of this :
Deadly cursed, he screamed aloud, stamped seven times with his foot, and scarved in a stone with his hammer this sentence in the ancient langage of Korrigans :
“Here are my armies, here is the time to leave. Bubble mead, hiss the blades, bite the teeth, before you wait my army in two millenniums, before this, may sing my bards stories of my land”
THE DREAM OF THE LUDION
On a cold night in 2003 came the malignant spirit. Creeping in the dreams of a young Korrigan named Hyvermor, it foretold that one day it would be all about relating the ancient wars of the good Korrigan King Fenkirlk. In September 2006 he had another dream, of a little ludion, called Metronymus advicing him to bear the arms. Later on, they met, and decided to form a bard band, to sing the old legends of the dead King.
THE RISING WIND
At the beginning of 2007, another dream foretold the coming of a bard, among the mightiest. Hyvermor knew in Sparda the character in his dream. It was a Kobold, and the Gods know that you don’t disturb a Kobold. But the latter agreed to play the bass. The Kobold of Fire even managed to uproot a Tree-Korrigan, or “sylvian guardian” to be the second guitarist. Together they began to play and in deed, they battled in Poitiers on the 19 May 2007 on the sides of Origin’Hell and Cernunnos. The few curses were way bad, but could seemingly spark off some fights.
A NEW DAWN
Erupting out of their damp and abhorrent shadows, the 4 fellows got back to their toil, forging the new curses of their war, a wrestling more frightening than ever. They recorded at the same time the glorious song of the DRUIDE KORRIGAN (Korrigan druid). Then came the summer and reigned the slumber, long and dull days. When coming out of this burdensome damp, a dawn cold as ice burst into knocking at our door. From the far hinterland of the antic Gaul a huge and tremendous man awoke blowing out a icy blue-stained breathing: nobody had ever seen such an atrocious creature, nobody had ever feeled so much frigh seing this soul, a Formor! Wzyorkkh, this is the terrific sound of his name which Hyvermor called. The whole new tribe toiled back to their wicked and arcane piece.
TO A SEALED WAR
Strong of a gleaming piece of news brought by the West Winds (i.e. the recording and setting on parchment of an album next year), the bards are working hard in their unholy forge…setting evermore violent and vicious jinxes.
The wind is already carrying the pestilential odours of the mass graves, and the heads are going to roll like before. Under the leading memory of our good King Fenkirlk, they will march victorious again, be the dust on our way! Here is the Army from the North, of whom are walking at night time, be afraid of the coming of HANTERNOZ !!!
FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE EARTH
Here are the bad days that had foretold the Prophecy of Gwenc’hlann.
Hanternoz set sail to conquer its precious METAL KOZH, and forge in silence the most terrifying curses. The record of our War Curses will be available soon. Be patient, had said King Fenkirlk, Be patient for our time will come soon”
“From the depths of the Earth was coming a hushed rumour, as if the underground flows of a vast army were heading to the surface, and against which any resistance was vain and foolish.”
An old parchment below, displaying the five animals by which were symbolized the bards of Hanternoz. Le mischievous and fearless wolf, the proud and brave rooster, the clever and mysterious raven, the fast and skilful deer, and the mighty and strong bear.
SIGNS IN THE FOG
A dark sign was seen by the druids of our people…
Did the King survive to the quest of the Ancient Metal?
Did they return, and did they fought the battle?
The Wind and the Howls will teach you how did begin the long journey and how it ended in tragedy.
Open your ears to the story conjured up by the ages…
Listen to the signs…
Some 2100 years ago, died the most severe King of the Korrigans that Armorica ever knew on the lands of Britanny. The cause of his death are still not known, but we are sure of this :
Deadly cursed, he screamed aloud, stamped seven times with his foot, and scarved in a stone with his hammer this sentence in the ancient langage of Korrigans :
“Here are my armies, here is the time to leave. Bubble mead, hiss the blades, bite the teeth, before you wait my army in two millenniums, before this, may sing my bards stories of my land”
THE DREAM OF THE LUDION
On a cold night in 2003 came the malignant spirit. Creeping in the dreams of a young Korrigan named Hyvermor, it foretold that one day it would be all about relating the ancient wars of the good Korrigan King Fenkirlk. In September 2006 he had another dream, of a little ludion, called Metronymus advicing him to bear the arms. Later on, they met, and decided to form a bard band, to sing the old legends of the dead King.
THE RISING WIND
At the beginning of 2007, another dream foretold the coming of a bard, among the mightiest. Hyvermor knew in Sparda the character in his dream. It was a Kobold, and the Gods know that you don’t disturb a Kobold. But the latter agreed to play the bass. The Kobold of Fire even managed to uproot a Tree-Korrigan, or “sylvian guardian” to be the second guitarist. Together they began to play and in deed, they battled in Poitiers on the 19 May 2007 on the sides of Origin’Hell and Cernunnos. The few curses were way bad, but could seemingly spark off some fights.
A NEW DAWN
Erupting out of their damp and abhorrent shadows, the 4 fellows got back to their toil, forging the new curses of their war, a wrestling more frightening than ever. They recorded at the same time the glorious song of the DRUIDE KORRIGAN (Korrigan druid). Then came the summer and reigned the slumber, long and dull days. When coming out of this burdensome damp, a dawn cold as ice burst into knocking at our door. From the far hinterland of the antic Gaul a huge and tremendous man awoke blowing out a icy blue-stained breathing: nobody had ever seen such an atrocious creature, nobody had ever feeled so much frigh seing this soul, a Formor! Wzyorkkh, this is the terrific sound of his name which Hyvermor called. The whole new tribe toiled back to their wicked and arcane piece.
TO A SEALED WAR
Strong of a gleaming piece of news brought by the West Winds (i.e. the recording and setting on parchment of an album next year), the bards are working hard in their unholy forge…setting evermore violent and vicious jinxes.
The wind is already carrying the pestilential odours of the mass graves, and the heads are going to roll like before. Under the leading memory of our good King Fenkirlk, they will march victorious again, be the dust on our way! Here is the Army from the North, of whom are walking at night time, be afraid of the coming of HANTERNOZ !!!
FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE EARTH
Here are the bad days that had foretold the Prophecy of Gwenc’hlann.
Hanternoz set sail to conquer its precious METAL KOZH, and forge in silence the most terrifying curses. The record of our War Curses will be available soon. Be patient, had said King Fenkirlk, Be patient for our time will come soon”
“From the depths of the Earth was coming a hushed rumour, as if the underground flows of a vast army were heading to the surface, and against which any resistance was vain and foolish.”
An old parchment below, displaying the five animals by which were symbolized the bards of Hanternoz. Le mischievous and fearless wolf, the proud and brave rooster, the clever and mysterious raven, the fast and skilful deer, and the mighty and strong bear.
SIGNS IN THE FOG
A dark sign was seen by the druids of our people…
Did the King survive to the quest of the Ancient Metal?
Did they return, and did they fought the battle?
The Wind and the Howls will teach you how did begin the long journey and how it ended in tragedy.
Open your ears to the story conjured up by the ages…
Listen to the signs…
