The Falling of our World

The Falling of our World was written by Josef Timothee in Aegis, sometime during the late 1340s. Copies have survived and exist in the Cloud Temple library.

In Aegis, all across the lands,

The Undead are making a stand.

Their power shown, the taint comes forth,

It started spreading from the north.

In Al'Khazar they showed it first,

Undead power at its worst.

The city wrecked, many struck dead,

The King kidnapped, the people fled.

The northern cities also gone,

Celestine and New Alstion,

Crimson Vale, last Winterfell,

They stand now as empty shells.

The gaze of the Undead then turned,

To Alras, as we quickly learned.

Again a long and bloody fight,

The Undead try to prove their might.

Alras fell to gas and flame,

Defenders should not feel ashamed.

Their fight back was long and brave,

But Alras just could not be saved.

The Gauntlet struck, the lava flowed,

A portal from the taint arose.

Laurelin, attacked by Ghast,

Defenders stop their fires fast.

The taint transforms New Terriko,

The Undead strikes a mighty blow.

But the defenders inflict pain,

The Undead there is quickly slain.

In Galahar, they strike as well,

But the monsters are quickly felled.

There is no overwhelming taint,

No gas that makes the people faint.

Resistance to the Undead grows,

In each attack it clearly shows,

Aegeans all protect their land,

Are they gaining the upper hand?

Though Humans cities fall to Blight,

They have not given up the fight.

The Elves too are still full of strength,

Fighting the Undead to great lengths.

The Dwarves stand strong from underground,

Their defences are most sound.

The Orcs shout ‘skah you’ to Undead,

Putting on pikes their rotten heads.

Different, but still much the same,

All races share each other pain.

If Aegis can all fight as one,

The Undead surely will be done.

But if... if we fail to unite...

We will surely lost this fight.