The March-Warden’s Song
I ride the King’s highway, wherever I go,relentless, regardless of friend or of foe.Ye ghoulish horrors that prowl by night beware or be tasted by sword-blade so bright. Though wild, deserted, this province I sing,belongs…
I ride the King’s highway, wherever I go,relentless, regardless of friend or of foe.Ye ghoulish horrors that prowl by night beware or be tasted by sword-blade so bright. Though wild, deserted, this province I sing,belongs…
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