A poor old man came riding by
    And we say so,
    And we know so

O, a poor old man came riding by
    O, poor old man

Says I, "Old man, your horse will die."
    And we say so,
    And we know so

And if he dies we'll tan his hide
    O, poor old man

And if he don't, I'll ride him again
    And we say so,
    And we know so

And I'll ride him 'til I don't know when
   O, poor old man

He's dead as a nail in the lamp room door
    And we say so,
    And we know so

And he won't come worrying us no more
    O, poor old man

We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails
    And we say so,
    And we know so

And the iron of his shoes to make deck nails
   O, poor old man

Drop him down with a long, long rope
     And we say so,
    And we know so

Where the sharks'll have his body and the deep'll take his soul!
   O, poor old man

- Popular Sea Shanty

Nearly a decade ago, Admiral Elam Coldhardt (flotilla)

 

 

 road out into the Marchen Wood. They put the Huldra Elves to the sword and carved out a new kingdom, defying the ancient powers of the forest. Now those powers awaken, hungry for blood, craving vengeance, bound by the power of a grieving queen. A prophecy hangs in the balance, a promise of power and new dynasties, and should she unlock its secrets first, a tide of roots will swallow all the works of mortals…

 

Dulmeyer's Revenge

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