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The Ballad of the Winter Maker
By Ethan the ScribeBaron Silas, pooka bat
Brooded and decided that
Winter was good, winter was fine
Winter would bring him power malign
And so, with his Nocker minion
Built a machine to form his dominion.
Winter maker, dread machine.
Made of smoke and bile and steam,
An evil form it began to take:
Next to the wall of the Lady's lake.
And so it was, one fateful week
It stretched out its tendrils bleak...
Look at the abomination.
Canberra city, in ruination.
From the past -- and none know why
fae come tumbling from the sky.
To the time of life's last chances
Come to dance the final dances.
Dauntain armies, armed with iron.
Bring pain and fear and final dying-
Dauntain breaking through the mazes
Fae join the battle's final phases
But when the battle ends at last...
There's one more chance to change the past.
Winter maker. Yet unmade.
In Lake Burleigh Griffon's shade.
The fae descended in full force,
With knowledge of the future's course
Sir Tristian, Sir Krellian, and noble Bertram,
Destroyed the evil thing under the dam.
The Lady's lake, wet as blood
Broke its bonds, began to flood
Water flowing
Winds a-blowing...
The fae return, with tales to relate-
but have we really averted fate?