The Trials Of Mount Farnor

[The men of Brisingard rarely display a single sign of their noble ancestry their village was once the mighty capital of men before the first orc raids began. With the east growing increasingly perilous the most wealthy and privileged sought a new home among the elven ruins of the west and the poor were left behind to face the creatures of the northern Darklands with whatever means they could.

Deepest into the east

Where vast ridges meet the Ivory shores

Winds of the Zephyr chill the blood in frostbitten hearts

Treacherous Furious

Surely the mountain will bring us to fall

Lord of the winds

Let our passage be swift

Ruler of mist in this age-old ruin

King of the East

Let the trials begin

Grant me the secret for I seek the Century

Horn of Mount Farnor

As a blizzard draws near

Upon the highest mountain we stand

Thundering footsteps strike a fear into our hearts

Vicious thrall

Answer our call

Hear us come forth and unveil who you are

Lord of the storm

To this quest I am sworn

Ruler of mist on this age-old mountain

King of your kin

Let your trials begin

Speak me your riddles for I seek the Century

Horn of Mount Farnor

First the answer is clear

But dawn breaks before the second word's voiced

One final riddle strikes despair into our hearts

Queen of leaves

Returned to me

Surely your words bring the giant to fall

Lord of the bones

So assured of your throne

Ruler of men among thousand towers

King of your kin

Now your war will begin

Thousands are gathering as I sound the

Century Horn of Mount Farnor

Devious

Glorious

Brother I will find you wherever you are