 The King of Vipers, Canto 17 |
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| See Also | Lore version | ||
| Collection | Summerset Scrolls | ||
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The King of Vipers, Canto 17
A poem surrounding a failed Maormer attack on Sunhold
- The sea before the serpent-prow did break.
- The wind was trapped inside the black-cloth sails.
- The pounding drum did mask the rower's wails,
- And demons of the sea swam in the wake.
- A dark rain fell as though a widow's veil,
- Along with lightning-flash and thunder-peal,
- Viscarne the butcher grasped his vessel's wheel
- The villain of a thousand fractured tales.
- He did not spare his blade from those who kneel,
- Or from the young, the weak, the sick, the old.
- The cruelty in his heart was often told,
- And those that faced his blade would never heal.
- The target of the grim fleet was Sunhold.
- An Altmer prize long sought by Orgnum-king—
- The golden port once graced with gryphon wing,
- A victory that would not go untold.
- Viscarne sailed in, so our ancestors sing.
- But found a harbor empty now, and still.
- No ships to burn, no innocents to kill.
- No one to feel the serpent's bitter sting.
- Then from the palace sitting on the hill,
- An army dressed in gold came riding forth.
- A crushing wave of Altmer from the north,
- To bring the sun's warmth to the Maormer chill.
- They killed Viscarne's second, third, and fourth,
- The butcher's ships were burning in the bay.
- The Maormer knew that he had lost the day,
- His forces fallen having shown their lack of worth.