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Walküre:
The consolation of survival


Spare thy cry and seal thy lips from screaming and sorrowful mourning,
Thou wilt fight another day,
Even when the offence as unbearable and overly vicious appeareth,
Thou art content of survival, for revenge may be the viable counter-act and thy foes shall certainly pay the toll of any of their deeds.

Walküre:
The perfect delivery


A handful group of a few people, the impossible they were ready to do, as failure would have meant the end of the heath and of the gallant steeds the people of Rohan is much grateful for, yet they somehow succeeded in enduring the starkest fight at the top of the stronghold's walls, hard and large, which naught could nonetheless do against the black powder that able is to undo stone and thick marble too, but victory in the most tragic hour was not measured by arts and cruel warfare, because valour made up for the loss of many and the souls of all decent splendidly rekindled.

Walküre:
The purge


Traitorous and least of the people, Rohan, you shall suffer the new wind being gathered from your western weak flanks, which your forces have so foolishly left unguarded and not garrisoned by the proper defence, for cowardice and simplicity are patterns of your very heart, peasants of the stables and farmers whose honour is not to be found in your very occupations, simple and poor, for you are by now used to the harvest and no longer some would dare wield a blade, and the knights and riders that in pride profess to be the masters of steeds, well, the force assembling in caves and furnaces shall deliver havoc to you all, as the might of industry only for the skilled and witty man it is possible to know, and to manage in the diverse shapes of fire and iron which well melts.

Walküre:
The Evil entombed


Now, hearken this warning and your guard be never lowered in any case, for doubt prolific cause of disaster may be, when one's mind is shut and closed for reason to enter,
It is a story that tells the outcome of the past strife along ice and wicked snow,
Wraiths were said to be the head of that malice, which chaos to the dying realm of the North has decided to bring, as concerted effort and scheme, to make the shield of the Good lesser and thin,
Well, amicable friend, nine are the phantoms that into the stone were entombed, and may the fell matter of those peaks be just cage and grave, for whom wished much death and despair.

Walküre:
The Fair Siblings


Golden is the hue of their hair, being it legacy and noble reminder of great bloodline in the tales of the Eldar,
Derived in origin from the first of the Elves whose conscience in Arda was lit, and this kind now dwelleth in the ways of Valinórë, beside the Powers magnificent and bright,
To Sea-elves they are related too, by their mother silver and wise, but mainly to the Noldor they belong, and they are of Arafinwë the kin,
Peaceful and quiet they often remain, albeit the fiery spirit and pride of their House being naturally present, and for wisdom they are renowned in equal terms, fair siblings with mind good and clear.

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