Glacier Harvester
Shakespeare
Forgotten Realms
From all the lands of Faerun,
many lands aside,
From cold and barren Icewind Dale
to Waterdeep's blowing tides;
There lives a thousand different souls,
of each their own kind;
The sneaky drow, the delving dwarves,
Illithids, masters of the mind.
Many fine sprawling cities,
under the gleaming moon,
The tunnels of ancient Mithril Hall,
and the city of the lady, fair Silverymoon.
All the forgotten realms,
fair Faerun,
Lost to us forever more,
and so it is our doom.
***
Long abode for the dwarven folk,
beautiful Mithril Hall;
It fell into the darkness then
and the dwarves lost it all.
A clouded terror, a lost home,
it became a dragon's den
No longer safe for the dwarven race,
inhabited by the duergar men.
Then, a brave king's heir,
mighty Battlehammer
Brought with him those willing
to cleanse the foul air.
He took up his seat in the great hall,
and sought to fix it up;
The dwarven dwelling once again
kept its doors from being shut.
Many a great battle was fought
to regain the halls of stone
And many a further battle made
to protect their ancient home.
Safe for now, a new thought
lies beneath that horned helm,
A place more ancient and still lost:
Gauntlgrym.
