In my novel The Raven of Brynfael, the main character seldom experiences the true horror that the common folk of the kingdoms endure. Most of the inhabitants are simple, hard working folk. But even among the commoners there are those who strive heroically against the relentless Ashenmarch.

Some are simple warriors, defending their village & their families as best they can. Some forge steel & armor for those who fight, and yet others travel the smoky taverns and share songs and stories of hope. This poem is performed by a Bard known as the Poet of the Lake and was written as a warning.

Chant as burning flesh assails
And hark Hell’s baying bells refrain 

While dance ye under red entrails
So swear ye to the Ash’ed Thane

Free giveth He your first born childe
Then giveth He all else he crave

To keep ye from the burning pile
Then rest thou flesh in holy grave

The Bards of Brynfael do hold a certain innate magic not gifted them by another being. But its effects are far more subtle than those who study the deeper mystical arts. Expect more information on the Bards of Brynfael and the Poet of the Lake in future posts.