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Let us try create a place where all of us can share our fan made Calradia/Bannerlord-related poetry and soundtracks, so we can all enjoy the creativity, and perhaps even make a pool of songs for use in some future mods ! By posting all in one place, we would also avoid unneccessary clogging of this section.



Please feel free and encouraged to share your verses and soundtracks!
Don't be shy, nobody shall judge you here!


Poems
Soundtracks
by Piconi

Over green fields, mountains and hills,
a sea of trees lies, called the Druimmor forest.
Whoever walks past it indeed gets the chills,
a few would dare enter, only the boldest.

Legends say inside lives a Fairy,
a creature usurping all living souls,
she takes and collects all she can carry,
souls of the people she now controls.

Then came a hero, warrior from Dunglanys,
searching for honor and fame,
he knew the legends, and all else about this,
but hunting the Fairy was no child`s game.

The hero there went and entered the forest,
all by himself, his courage, his blade,
wind started howling, mist was the coldest,
yet even then his will wasn't swayed.

As he was walking, deeper and deeper,
the warrior regretted having no companion,
the hero has felt his end's gotten nearer,
when woods started chanting in old Battanian.

Cold sweat started dripping from warriors face,
all of the sudden, arose the Fairy queen,
hero has fallen to her embrace,
she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Fear not, my love", she said to the hero,
"now i am yours and you are mine,
welcome to family, my beautiful willow,
you are the one that's destined to shine".

The warrior became her most loyal servant,
the best and the strongest there's ever been,
with hair and the eyes red as a currant,
he started being known as Ioren the Wolfskin.
by Yavor:

Four winds of this world
And four corners wide
All the paths long and swirled
I will day by day stride

For the people I fight
And I lay helping hand
Heaven’s Blessing – my might
And my shield is my land

I’ll make my clan known
All over this land
From the Sturgian frost
To the Azerai sand

And in battles I ride
After our kingdom’s banners
With my men by my side
Bound by duty and honor

Each good deed and kind word
I swear to return double
For before I’m a lord
I must learn to be noble

And my tale will ascend
As the bards once will sing
The tale of a simple man
Who one day will be king
by Piconi

Some say that Sturgia are nords,
don`t believe any of their words.

Sturgia is actually supposed to be slavic
that`s why the viking fanboys panic.

Sturgia does have some troops that are viking,
but alas, that is not to slavic fans liking.

Sturgia is bad, but sometimes can be good,
i believe that the next patch will fix this for good
by Benjamin Bones

Horns no longer blare with power and glory
The Ravens circle death - the epithet of the battles’ story
Unity shattered as the veil of fidelity is exposed for its lies
The great people of Calradia see the beginnings of their culture’s demise


Borders are blurred and lost as the barbarians rise
To the east the sound of hooves accompany arrows that blot out the skies
Swift as a winter’s wind and twice as harsh
The nomads from the steppes trample all from mountain to marsh


The heat of the southern sands is enough of a deterrent for most
Here the tribes slay imperials that the desert has yet to roast
Though home to the Aserai the Nahasa offers little
And in this symphony of carnage, the Sultanate will not play second fiddle


The cold winds are always rising in the northerly regions
From frigid to freezing are the gamut of the seasons
Neither Nord nor native - the Sturgians are fierce
With the sword and the axe the lands of the Empire they will pierce


Mountain and valley, forest and bog, lake and river
Here death comes silently from the brush out of a quiver
Flying axes and reaving falxmen - chaos constrained
The Battanians will take back what is theirs now that the Empire’s been maimed


Destiny is not something that happens - it is made
That which is irreplaceable is the difference between truth and charade


Chainmail and lance and warhorse in a glittering cavalcade
Through blood and death and glory they will wade
With land and title and kingdom they were paid
But the Vlandians want the continent, all else can fade
by Piconi

Twenty years ago, by now everyone should know,
an Emperor arose named Arenicos,
a military man from a dignitary clan,
had a lot of foes right under his nose.

A great army leader and an avid reader,
he was much respected and loved,
treated everyone fair, haven't named an heir,
ended up with a blade in his own back shoved.

An Empire once great, now had a gloomy fate,
In three pieces it was now divided,
North, South and West, not one was the best,
the fate of the Empire is yet to be decided.

Whole Empire trembles, how will all this settle,
prayers for unity echoing in the temple,
Who shall be the hero to don the purple mantle,
who could be the tyrant to Empire dismantle?
(aka "Where Art Thou Sword Sister?")
by Benjamin Bones


Aloft upon the stars
The gleam of starlight shines down
Silver rays kiss her scars
In her beauty I can drown
And in this cold place
I’d clash with her mace
My lady of much renown

Across the continent
I have traveled far and wide
Immune to sentiment -
No lady that I have spied
Except for the one
Who had me undone
With steel and armor dyed

The strength of a lion
With beauty and grace to last
I’d like to say I won
But why lie about the past?
She beat me with love
And chainmail steel glove
Die of love that day was cast

Aloft upon the stars
The gleam of starlight shines down
Silver rays kiss her scars
In her beauty I can drown
And in this cold place
I’d clash with her mace
My lady of much renown

But many moons have gone
And too many suns have set
So Highland boots I don
To track down my one regret
My lady of steel
Who fights full of zeal
And has my heart beset

She rides a great white steed
With reinforced barding too
She loves roast meat and mead
And sticks to her shield like glue
She couches her lance
Always correct stance
My Sword Sister where are you?!

Aloft upon the stars
The gleam of starlight shines down
Silver rays kiss her scars
In her beauty I can drown
And in this cold place
I’d clash with her mace
My lady of much renown

I’ve loved and lost before:
From ladies in old Pravend
To beauties in Omor
But none had made my heart rend;
This pain that I feel
That’s bitter like steel
Will crush me ’til the end

I’ll search until I die
For life is not worth without -
The moon of my own sky
As if there were any doubt
I’ll search high and low
'Til feeble I grow
Sword Sister where art thou?!

Aloft upon the stars
The gleam of starlight shines down
Silver rays kiss her scars
In her beauty I can drown
And in this cold place
I’d clash with her mace
My lady must be found!
by Benjamin Bones

Scent of dandelions mingle with the smell of summer grapes
Carpets of poppies climb up the hills like bright crimson drapes
Red wine maturing in casks, destined for some far away place
Hooves thundering as the Banner Knights continue on their chase

Rolling downs, royal woods, and many a bright green pasture
Grand cities with people in all manners of different stature
Barons and Counts, milk maids and farmers, bards, tradesmen and charmers
It’s the land of warhorse and lance and knights in bright steel armors

We came from across the sea - warriors and adventurers too
Now noble knights, ladies and lords who praise honor and virtue
We once fought for the Emperor - we rode down the enemy
Soon we grew in power and strength and wrote our own destiny

Sons and daughters of Valandion - the great Wilund the Bold!
We won the west under Osrac Iron-arm as the story is told
The Empire used to pay us off with silver and with land
But Vlandia’s horsemen are far too strong - none can withstand!

We took what was ours with blood and steel, never backing down
Soon we’ll be marching eastward to take every castle and town
Vlandian red and gold flies high over all of the west
Soon enough, given time they will, fly high over all of the rest!
by Piconi

Far down south lies a vast land
doesen't have much but the bronze sand,
Aserai live there, for themselves they can fend,
once disunited, together now they stand.

They have no allies but the wasteland,
Couple narrow gorges and a golden strand,
yet they are not scared, nor need a helping hand,
even Empire at it's greatest its legions didn't send.

From the legendary Asera, to Unqid's warband,
their sabres inflict wounds no surgeon could ever mend,
Nahasa engulfs invaders, to it they're all bland,
Sun burns through their armours untill they can no longer stand.

Oasis provide home, invaders are banned,
their bodies will make dunes, instead of the sand,
once disunited, together now they stand,
victory isn't accidental, it is carefully planned.
by Yavor

Our valor is our pride
Our spirit freedom longs
To ride the steppes so wide
And sing our Khoomei songs

And our voices fly
Like thunder high above
To our God of the Sky
Like falcons chasing doves

And the horses trotting bolder
Closer on your ranks
Your courage soon will falter
When we strike your flanks

And our arrows whistle
As our bow strings sing
Swift as wind and sharp as thistle
One shot one death brings

And now the battle’s over
But it’s your demise, not ours
As your wails grow somber
Our song in the Sky sours

And now you should have learned
To whom your land belongs
We conquered and we burned
And sang our Khoomei songs
by Benjamin Bones

By the trees of the forest
Skirmishers skirmishing
Death they are furnishing;
Blood on the ground

Under eve in the forest
The night grows darkening
Falxmen are hearkening;
Waiting for sound

Midst the boughs of the forest
The Wood Runner’s running
The Wildling’s cunning;
Fit for the chase

Heroes now in the forest
Do more than just hunting
Sound of enemies grunting;
Victory’s trace

In the eaves of the forest
The Fians go reaving
And death they are leaving;
This is their way

Through the leaves of the forest
The arrows go seething
The dead are done bleeding;
No more today

In Battania’s forests
The Clans - they are killing
Fight instead of tilling
Clash of iron ringing
Blood and honor spilling
Druimmor Fairy singing
Death and beauty mingling;
No more to say
by blackeagle1405

Once young, brave and strong
Thought nothing can go wrong
Amidst the cold northern Strand
To fight us one, for brother
Lady and Land

A mercenary of dreams,
A master of schemes
Good with a pen,
And surround by fellow men
I wont have to pay a quid
To get you hit.
They'll do it for free!

Mercenaries over the sea
Wide away from friends and family
The air is thick, familiar stays the sound
Not anymore in northern bound
the brothers are now my kin
we sail, we sail and fight to be back again.

This chosen battlefield, a final stand
A fight for happiness, none left to command
With a steady beat, it marches on
My fearless heart, with its armor gone
The battle plan remains the same
Take no prisoners, ignore the pain
Your offer submitted, surrender deterred
Relinquish my heart, death is preferred
Battered and bruised and broken before
My mercenary heart comes back for more . . .
by Benjamin Bones

Calradia - where the wars never end
We fight everyday of our lives
We do what we can for our liege and our clan
We do what we do to survive

We march and we ride, we fight and we sing
From morning into the night
We run through the lands like fire in the dark
We are a dreaded might

The sound of the ground thundering!
We are the Banner Knights!
The sound of our foes sundering!
We are the Banner Knights!

In Vlandia - couched lances never miss
We are her protectors
And we shall not yield while our hearts have a beat
Our sacrifice is as nectar

The sound of the ground thundering!
We are the Banner Knights!
The sound of our foes sundering!
We are the Banner Knights!

The sound of the ground thundering!
We are the Banner Knights!
by Benjamin Bones

Monchug, Lord Monchug
The great horse master and Khan
From the rising dawn

Covering the sky
The horse archers’ arrows fly
Khuzait’s time is nigh

Raids that never cease
His horse riders are unleashed
Khan of man and beast

Monchug, Khan Monchug
Rules all that his eyes do see
In the Great Grass Sea

With no time to rest
He leads his men to the west
Through plain, over crest

Empire undone
Khuzait horsemen on the run
Coming with the sun

Monchug, Great Monchug
Beloved Khuzait leader
Great eastern reaver

None can stem the tide
The great Khuzait horsemen ride
To seize the divide

Khuzait banners fly
Arrows in the air so high
All enemies die
by Anton97
 
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So, as i am hardly to ever get embarassed, let me get this started then, with a very much cringeworthy poem of mine:
Over green fields, mountains and hills,
a sea of trees lies, called the Druimmor forest.
Whoever walks past it indeed gets the chills,
a few would dare enter, only the boldest.

Legends say inside lives a Fairy,
a creature usurping all living souls,
she takes and collects all she can carry,
souls of the people she now controls.

Then came a hero, warrior from Dunglanys,
searching for honor and fame,
he knew the legends, and all else about this,
but hunting the Fairy was no child`s game.

The hero there went and entered the forest,
all by himself, his courage, his blade,
wind started howling, mist was the coldest,
yet even then his will wasn't swayed.

As he was walking, deeper and deeper,
the warrior regretted having no companion,
the hero has felt his end's gotten nearer,
when woods started chanting in old Battanian.

Cold sweat started dripping from warriors face,
all of the sudden, arose the Fairy queen,
hero has fallen to her embrace,
she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Fear not, my love", she said to the hero,
"now i am yours and you are mine,
welcome to family, my beautiful willow,
you are the one that's destined to shine".

The warrior became her most loyal servant,
the best and the strongest there's ever been,
with hair and the eyes red as a currant,
he started being known as Ioren the Wolfskin.
 
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anton97

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I really like the creative aesthetics thread, but never contributed. I´ll make some music for this thread. In the meantime, I´ll share two fanmade themes I made for the Khuzaits and Empire some time ago.
 
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I really like the creative aesthetics thread, but never contributed. I´ll make some music for this thread. In the meantime, I´ll share two fanmade themes I made for the Khuzaits and Empire some time ago.
Wow man, very nice, what did you use to make this?

There is this poem by Yavor from a thread just down below , a very nice poem
By Yavor:

Four winds of this world

And four corners wide

All the paths long and swirled

I will day by day stride


For the people I fight

And I lay helping hand

Heaven’s Blessing – my might

And my shield is my land


I’ll make my clan known

All over this land

From the Sturgian frost

To the Azerai sand


And in battles I ride

After our kingdom’s banners

With my men by my side

Bound by duty and honor


Each good deed and kind word

I swear to return double

For before I’m a lord

I must learn to be noble


And my tale will ascend

As the bards once will sing

The tale of a simple man

Who one day will be king
 
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anton97

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Wow man, very nice, what did you use to make this?
Thanks! I made these in Ableton Live mostly using LABS by Spitfire Audio. Some of the drums are taken from one of the KSHMR Sample Packs, the throat singing is sampled from youtube and the brass and woodwinds are from Albion Iceni if I remember correctly.
 

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I forgot about this one, from the Beta period of the confused Sturgian identity 😂

by Piconi:

Some say that Sturgia are nords,
don`t believe any of their words.

Sturgia is actually supposed to be slavic
that`s why the viking fanboys panic.

Sturgia does have some troops that are viking,
but alas, that is not to slavic fans liking.

Sturgia is bad, but sometimes can be good,
i believe that the next patch will fix this for good
 
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A little something right here:

Death of an Empire


Horns no longer blare with power and glory
The Ravens circle death - the epithet of the battles’ story
Unity shattered as the veil of fidelity is exposed for its lies
The great people of Calradia see the beginnings of their culture’s demise


Borders are blurred and lost as the barbarians rise
To the east the sound of hooves accompany arrows that blot out the skies
Swift as a winter’s wind and twice as harsh
The nomads from the steppes trample all from mountain to marsh


The heat of the southern sands is enough of a deterrent for most
Here the tribes slay imperials that the desert has yet to roast
Though home to the Aserai the Nahasa offers little
And in this symphony of carnage, the Sultanate will not play second fiddle


The cold winds are always rising in the northerly regions
From frigid to freezing are the gamut of the seasons
Neither Nord nor native - the Sturgians are fierce
With the sword and the axe the lands of the Empire they will pierce


Mountain and valley, forest and bog, lake and river
Here death comes silently from the brush out of a quiver
Flying axes and reaving falxmen - chaos constrained
The Battanians will take back what is theirs now that the Empire’s been maimed


Destiny is not something that happens - it is made
That which is irreplaceable is the difference between truth and charade


Chainmail and lance and warhorse in a glittering cavalcade
Through blood and death and glory they will wade
With land and title and kingdom they were paid
But the Vlandians want the continent, all else can fade
 

Piconi

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Reading a dev blog, got a quick idea for a little something:
by Piconi

Twenty years ago, by now everyone should know,
an Emperor arose named Arenicos,
a military man from a dignitary clan,
had a lot of foes right under his nose.

A great army leader and an avid reader,
he was much respected and loved,
treated everyone fair, haven't named an heir,
ended up with a blade in his own back shoved.

An Empire once great, now had a gloomy fate,
In three pieces it was now divided,
North, South and West, not one was the best,
the fate of the Empire is yet to be decided.

Whole Empire trembles, how will all this settle,
prayers for unity echoing in the temple,
who shall be the hero to don the purple mantle,
who could be the tyrant to Empire dismantle?
 
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Throughout my travels in Calradia I couldn't help but notice the dearth of Sword Sisters, so... here is my Ode to the Sword Sister:

Ode to the Sword Sister (Where Art Thou Sword Sister?)


Aloft upon the stars
The gleam of starlight shines down
Silver rays kiss her scars
In her beauty I can drown
And in this cold place
I’d clash with her mace
My lady of much renown

Across the continent
I have traveled far and wide
Immune to sentiment -
No lady that I have spied
Except for the one
Who had me undone
With steel and armor dyed

The strength of a lion
With beauty and grace to last
I’d like to say I won
But why lie about the past?
She beat me with love
And chainmail steel glove
Die of love that day was cast

Aloft upon the stars
The gleam of starlight shines down
Silver rays kiss her scars
In her beauty I can drown
And in this cold place
I’d clash with her mace
My lady of much renown

But many moons have gone
And too many suns have set
So Highland boots I don
To track down my one regret
My lady of steel
Who fights full of zeal
And has my heart beset

She rides a great white steed
With reinforced barding too
She loves roast meat and mead
And sticks to her shield like glue
She couches her lance
Always correct stance
My Sword Sister where are you?!

Aloft upon the stars
The gleam of starlight shines down
Silver rays kiss her scars
In her beauty I can drown
And in this cold place
I’d clash with her mace
My lady of much renown

I’ve loved and lost before:
From ladies in old Pravend
To beauties in Omor
But none had made my heart rend;
This pain that I feel
That’s bitter like steel
Will crush me ’til the end

I’ll search until I die
For life is not worth without -
The moon of my own sky
As if there were any doubt
I’ll search high and low
'Til feeble I grow
Sword Sister where art thou?!

Aloft upon the stars
The gleam of starlight shines down
Silver rays kiss her scars
In her beauty I can drown
And in this cold place
I’d clash with her mace
My lady must be found!
 
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With their own dedicated instrumentals and singing you hear as complete songs while in the tavern, Witcher-style 😍
Lol That would be fabulous. I wrote Ode to the Sword Sister in a style somewhat emulating that of Dandelion's (or at least tried to).
 
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With their own dedicated instrumentals and singing you hear as complete songs while in the tavern, Witcher-style 😍
I don't think the musicians in the Witcher sang though? But there should absolutely be groups of musicians rather than a single musician magically playing 10 other invisible instruments at the same time.

Speaking of the Witcher, it has amazed me that even a fantasy game based in a medieval setting feels much more alive, believable and authentic than any other, even 'medieval simulations' like the M&B series. The ambience, music, the setting, the garments, everything is so well done and incredibly immersive even with little to no character customization I can just spend hundreds of hours roaming the world and cities alone.. which I have.
Take this video as an example

Gives me an idea, maybe NPC's could have dialogue presented on top of their models, like in the Witcher and Dragon Age, so you don't have to go and initiate dialogue with every NPC to listen to their everyday conversations?


I'm getting sidetracked.. this always happens because the game's potential is enormous, whether it'll ever be used thouuuuugh...