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 fragmentation of this section.
Please feel free and encouraged to share your verses and soundtracks!
Don't be shy, nobody shall judge you here!
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 Benjamin Bones
The cold days are short and the long nights are dark When the winter winds slam against the icy bark The Brothers sing no songs and revelries rarely done Beneath the northern sky and its bright heatless sun Frigid is their steel but colder is their blood Their shield wall never breaks as they rush forth like a flood Blood stains the snow that trails from battles fought Axe, spear and shield are looted but never bought The dark death birds swirl and crow as they walk The hungry wolf-packs sneer and follow as they stalk The Skolderbrotva come for battle and for gold And for the highest sum their valor will be sold! Mercenary men filled with pride and with skill The Shield Brothers stand and roar with each kill Hacking and slashing and cracking of skulls When Skolderbrotva battle there are no time for lulls Fierce and savage is every single blow Where the fighting is thickest is where the Skolderbrotva go The deeper the danger the greater the prize Outnumbered five to one and still the Shield Brothers rise Death in battle is no price to pay In fact, each Brother prefers it that way The Skolderbrotva come for battle and for gold And for the highest sum their valor will be sold! by Benjamin Bones
It was a long and weary road up that fateful wooded path Who could’ve known that the silence was just the quiet before The Wrath? The stream beside gurgling was the only voice in the woodland song No birds were chirping, no animals were stirring, none had yet noticed that something was wrong Haroom!!! Twang! Twong! Throom! Out of the trees - arrows from every direction The vanguard was caught! No time to run, no time to think, no time for circumspection Shields went up and bodies went down, Imperial blood soaking into the ground Men dying, soldiers crying, rent leather and flesh: a savage sound A shield wall was formed and the Legionaries moved in tight Arrows rained down like sun rays on a glade, nothing to do but fight But shields only block in one direction, the arrows came in five: From above and the sides, front and behind - none were meant to leave alive The rush of arrows suddenly ceased but out of the forest spilled worse The Imperials began to break - like seeds in the wind disperse Garios screamed: “Form up! Form up! Now’s not the time to balk men!” But the force was dwindled, Battania’s fire was kindled, and now came charging the Falxmen Garios and some soldiers fled into the trees trying to escape the carnage “That fool!” Screamed Garios: “No archers with the vanguard?! Such pitiful garbage!” Safe from harm - Garios looked at his comrades covered in grief and gore: “Never again shall we be led by an Emperor who knows so little of war!” Clan Tigrit and Clan Khergit - the pride of the Khuzait Rushed forth swiftly on their horses, for there was no time to wait The Aserai with shields and light armor also rushed to slay The Cataphracts joined and soon the shooters lay dead, but then there was much dismay For first it was a mumble, then it rose to a thunderous rumble Soon all hope that may had been suddenly began to crumble Haroom!!! Went a distant horn blast signaling there were more to fight Glittering steel, warhorse and lance… They braced for the Banner Knights Like a rogue wave they came slamming into the enemy The reinforcements barely held on, many dying contemptuously The day was lost and it was time to flee, a cry: “Run for your lives!” Rang up throughout the woods piercing ears like knives Both sides were spent, broken and bloody; they all retreated back Hurunag of clan Tigrit couldn’t believe what had happened, nor this brutal fact: “Our scouts told Neretzes an ambush was laid, why did he stumble on through?” “Such a fool, such a fool!” He thought as his incredulousness grew The wooded path was littered with death but still the ambushers came Emperor Neretzes and the rest - retreated to their camp - cursing the gods by name Those left behind had yet to be maimed, but the Wildlings soon saw to that Heads were hewn and somewhere in the heavens the gods looked down and spat The Sturgian Prince - Vadinslav - was hot on the Emperor’s heels “I have a thirst! Bring me their skulls! Show them how terror feels!” The Imperials made it back to their camp and turned toward their enemies Every Legionnaire looked toward the sky and thought: “Oh heaven please!” The Sturgians rushed toward the ramparts and climbed the barricade Hacking and slashing - Prince Vadinslav thought that he had it made When suddenly an Imperial mace met squarely with his head Brave, ferocious Prince Vadinslav lay motionless - instantly dead Seeing the fall of his Prince - Olek the Old let out a mighty roar “Kill them all! Kill them all! Stick each one like a filthy boar!” Then he swiftly felled a Menavliaton, four Legionaries and three Recruits The rest of his men were spurred on leaving their foes in bloody suits The torrent of blue continued on - hemming the Imperials in Olek yelled out: “This is not the Empire’s fall, but it’s a good place to begin!” An Imperial commander Arenicos saw that the day was lost With his men he ran; he could’ve saved the Emperor but his life would’ve been the cost With the Dragon Banner thrust up high, Neretzes held hope on a thread His men rallied to his side - those of course that did not yet lie dead Clinging to life his men fought on with brave tenacity But the battle was lost, a terrible route, far beyond their capacity The final rush of flesh and steel collided thunderously By the tumult’s end Olek looked down and smiled wondrously Neretzes lay dead with the Dragon Banner still clutched in his hand Olek snatched it up: “We are victorious! The Imperials could not withstand!!!” “The fall! The fall! The fall of the Empire! Feel our strength! Feel our steel! Feel our ire! We come! We come! We come to take ours! You are no longer our liege we are the new powers!” In unison, Olek and his men rang out this refrain Filled with pride and relief and a little bit of distain Olek the Old then looked around and saw Raganvad - much to his chagrin He whispered to himself: “This is not the Empire’s fall, but it’s a damn good place to begin.” | by Anton97
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