Requiem for the Old Outlands

    • We once had farms and houses in the light,
      But do not fright,
      Under ground we build up our might,
      With each stone we see the light,
      With each sword we see the might,
      Our time will come to take flight,
      We will not hide in fright,
      We will return to great heights

      8 Lines if to long A shorter version:

      We once had farms and houses in the light,
      But do not fright,
      Under ground we build up our might,
      With each stone we see the light,
      With each sword we see the might,
      We will return to great heights

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    • I gaze through portal bright,
      We sit around a flickering fire drying our mud-caked boots
      Sharing our spoils and watching the stars move across still waters
      I see it all in that regal purple light: the crackling fire, the glint of gold, the brilliant stars
      The land has changed- will I find them there again? In that dry spot among the mangrove roots?
      I step through portal bright.

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    • Entry 1:
      Wastelands in the west, standoffs in the east.
      Lets sit in the zone, until objectives are meet.
      With the outlands unbalanced and calling for change.
      We brace this new world, well balanced and strange.
      A world full of wonder, opportunity, and promise.
      Looks like we've got a new adventure upon us.

      Entry 2:
      Wandering the lands of Anglia,
      I found myself missing something more.
      Traveling east, exploring unopened doors.
      After experiencing everything, I was left upset.
      Until I heard of the new lands, and knew my
      adventure wasn't over yet.

      For Fun Entry:
      The end is here for many,
      but the start for many more.
      As we open the next chapter,
      for ZvZ galore.

      Many bear arms together,
      and others prepare for war.

      Mammoths, Ballistas, Beetles,
      bring whatever it takes.
      Mass in three digit numbers,
      or you will make mistakes.

      Once a land, in which required skill,
      is now just numbers play to fit the bill.

      Claim your lands, claim your castles,
      claim your hideouts, claim it all.
      As long as you have the mounts and
      the numbers, you will never fall.

      As long as its all about winning,
      and not enjoying the game.
      It wont be enjoyable,
      and never be the same.
      Sincerely,
      Zorke

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    • [The Queens Anthem]


      [ Lyrics ]

      1.To the heart, of the outlands, a path, pathed with blood [ 0.17 Start]

      2.from the skies of cumbria, a queen , rises above

      3.shed some tears for mercia, say good bye, to the land,


      [Chorus]
      To the heart of the outland, The queen, rises above [0.31]

      4. make some room for Anglia, as she takes a bow,

      [Chorus]
      To the heart of the outland, The queen, rises above

      5.along the song, were marching strong, straight to Avalon
      6.we risk it all , or take a fall, to the center we will go

      [Chorus]
      To the heart of the outland, The queen, rises above

      [Chorus]
      To the heart of the outland, The queen, rises above [1.00] end

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    • as blood drips down my dirty cheek, the galopping sounds of hoves and claws passing by.
      i noticed that alone i was weak, but still i had to try.

      so i charged right into the horde, in my hands a shield and a sword.

      if you expected an happy end, i have to reveal.
      it is not my dear friend, i woke up naked without money and without steel.

      so here i am joining hands, with thousand allied brothers from different lands.
    • Entry 1:

      The old world is gone,
      Sharpen your weapons,
      There is much to be explored.
      A new cycle begins,
      Avalonian times have arrived.

      Entry 2:

      Carleon is gone,
      We left everything behind,
      A new time begins,
      The best warriors will win,
      Are you ready?

      Entry 3:

      Times have changed,
      Times are strange,
      Avalonian times have arrived.
      There is much to be explored
      We left everything behind,
      May the best warriors win

      Entry 4:

      We left everything behind,
      Carleon is gone,
      New times begin,
      Avalonian Times,
      Sharpen your weapons,
      There is much to be discovered.
    • (Entitled "The life of outlanders")
      "Scattered trees guard steppes of plenty,
      Backing thieves to make their entry.
      Crossing roads and grounds of stone
      They seek prey, the weak, the lone,
      They don't look behind the mists,
      Where the thousands lost their fists..."

      (Another version, "The fate of the Outlands")
      "Scattered trees guard steppes of plenty,
      Backing thieves to make their entry.
      At the dawn, handling the dark,
      They steal souls, they leave a mark...
      Only mages feel the trouble.
      Grounds are shaking, mountains stumble."