Message #123332

[Logar]

After the tragic death of their Storm General Mihail, Logar and his men chanted this song, long into the early hours:

Give praise to the Storm General!
Lord Mihail, his name,
For he sacrificed himself for us,
Not for glory, nor fame.

A man of pure honour,
To him respect somewhat due.
A class 'A' strategist,
Those dogs had not a clue.

Those Astrum dogs came sniffing,
One dark stormy night.
From the shadows Mihail stepped
And spilled fear and fright.

I hate to bring bad tidings,
But a tale I must tell.
Of the tragic death of our General,
Of the night that he was fell.

Giving orders to mighty men,
Not from afar, but amidst the turmoil.
Then suddenly a rain of arrows,
Fell from above--impailing in soil.

There was one lonely arrow,
cast by William of Morek
Glaumring the intended target
But strayed--Oh Heck!

We mourn the loss of a Hero.
This empty void we shall fill,
With the blood and bones of our enemies,
Good Sir, Can you not hear them shrill?

Give praise to the Storm General!
Lord Mihail, his name,
For he sacrificed himself for us,
Not for glory, nor fame.