Codex Peitho Song Vol1

The Song of Peitho: Volume I
The Esecarnus of Monlon
What follows are the memories and recollections of Peitho the Iridinian.
Written on the 19th day of Jemros, 261.


In times of yore it's often said, that greater deeds were done,
Grand sagas told of ancient lore and Iridine's first sons.
But still today heroes abound, of equally high worth,
Their stories often filled with more tragedy than mirth.
So put down your ale and gather round and listen carefully,
Of heroes four, I'll spin a tale: a song of Iridine.


From Parcines came a scarred man, his blade was sharp and swift.
A gladius of retalq he carried, ready at his hip.
Heavy burdens, his to bear, he carried deep inside.
But from his role in Iridine's lands, Demios could not hide.


Out of the League of Aestivan came a spearman strong and true,
Their fate was sealed when he joined this fortune-seeking crew.
Without his aid the heroes four could not hope to overcome,
But with Hephaen's help any battle could be won.


The third, he came from Cinera, a one-eyed dauntless man,
With his stealth and savvy they could gain the upper hand,
He fought the beast barehanded and in the end was gravely wounded,
But Jyus's part in this grand yarn could never be excluded.


The last, though some might say the least, he had a sturdy heart,
His sword of boison did not falter, he gladly played his part.
So with the other three he went, into a den of danger,
Peitho, with his blade in hand, to death he was no stranger.


The heroes they did travel far, through the Republic's countryside,
They walked the long road to Vetallun and the ferry they did ride,
As they spoke of all the treasures they were hoping they would find.
But when they reached the Holy City, they were in for a surprise.


For hidden within the stones and rock of Monlon's deep ravines,
They encountered a wild, vicious beast, like none had ever seen.


At first some common ruffians tried to bar their way,
And for this mistake, with their lives the rogues would have to pay.
The heroes were about to leave, until they heard the call,
Of an enormous, hulking esecarnus, echoing through the halls!


Soon they came to a dark corner, where a rogue had strayed.
They gazed upon his innards, upon the wall they had been sprayed.
So they made great haste, and tried to flee the beast that came their way!


But they realized they must face the beast, or many more would die.
The heroes raised their weapons, for Monlon's sake they had to try.


If they meant to make it out alive, and Ereal knows that they did,
They would have to fight until the beast or they had met their end,
The fight was desperate, but none did flee, they could not leave their friends.


The Esecarnus's wicked teeth did flash, its claws did tear and rend,
Upon Jyus it at first did leap; he nearly met his end.
He fought on, and the other three, they had to save his life,
The Cineran grabbed frantically for his sheath but could not reach his knife.


They saw the esecarnus claws, as sharp as any dirk,
Pierce the flesh of Jyus, as he shouted "Help me! Urgh!"


Demios drew his sword as the wicked beast did leer,
It was plain as day upon his face, old Demios had no fear.
Hephaen gave a hearty shout, and raised his stalwart spear,
He thrust it in the monster as it fiercely kicked and reared.


Peitho, though he was afraid, he would not back away,
His gladius at the ready, for Jyus' wounds the beast would pay.


They laid into the mighty beast, he snarled and clawed about,
But in the end, the heroes four laid the esecarnus out.
His mighty claws were broken, his thick hide they did split,
Even though not a one of them could keep from being bit.


Their wounds were deep and bloody, they were not sure if they would live,
But they knew they'd helped each other, they'd given all that they could give.


With great haste they left the ruins of the bandit lair,
And they ran to Monlon's Temple, they could find a healer there.
They were all stitched and bandaged; they knew their cuts would heal.
Even Jyus, with his grievous wounds, would survive this great ordeal.


As you see, the four all had a role, heroically they tried.
What's that you ask? Tell of Jonux? The Cineran, the spy?
That's likewise a tale of heroes, and my friends to you I say,
I will gladly spin that story on another rainy day.

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