Not long ago, the land of Icebeach lay
Enshrouded in an endless winter’s grasp,
A desolation of eternal grey,
A tempest hounding all who dared to clasp

The icy winds that howled across the land,
The bitter frost that left no life behind,
A ruler who, with cruel and icy hand,
Had brought upon her people endless bind.

But from the shadows came a hero brave,
And from the light another took his stand,
The depths produced a third to face the wave,
Shapes gave a fourth to aid the fading band,

And lastly, spirits, through their magic plight,
All fought together to end winter’s plight.

Their valiant acts felled goddess of the snows,
Her dauntless hounds no match for heroes true,
On Icebeach now the summer brightly glows,
And life, once lost, blooms fresh in morning dew.

Let praises swell for the five who won the day,
The heroes of Icebeach, forever they’ll stay.

– excerpt from the memoirs of Kalus, a representative of the knightly order of peace