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Message: <blockquote data-quote="HolyMan" data-source="post: 5343670" data-attributes="member: 84167">Canticle of the DragonFlint starts... Hear the sage as his song descendslike heaven?s rain or tears,and washes the years, the dust of the many storiesfrom the High Tale of the Dragonlance.For in ages deep, past memory and word,in the first blush of the worldwhen the three moons rose from the lap of the forest,dragons, terrible and greatmade war on this world of Krynn. Tas jumps in with his part overly excited...Yet out of the darkness of dragons,out of our cries for lightin the blank face of the black moon soaring,a banked light flared in Solamnia,a knight of truth and of power,who called down the gods themselvesand forged the mighty Dragonlance, piercing the soulof dragonkind, driving the shade of their wingsfrom the brightening shores of Krynn. Sturm takes up the tale...Thus Huma, Knight of Solamnia,Lightbringer, First Lancer,followed his light to the foot of the Khalkist Mountains,to the stone feet of the gods,to the crouched silence of their temple.He called down the Lancemakers, he took ontheir unspeakable power to crush the unspeakable evil,to thrust the coiling darknessback down the tunnel of the dragon's throat. Tanis speaks up...Paladine, the Great God of Goodshone at the side of Huma,strengthening the lance of his strong right arm,and Huma, ablaze in a thousand moons,banished the Queen of Darkness,banished the swarm of her shrieking hostsback to the senseless kingdom of death, where their cursesswooped upon nothing and nothingdeep below the brightening land.There is a pause as this was usually where Kit would speak, but Raistlin steps in speaking...Thus ended in thunder the Age of Dreamsand began the Age of Might,When Istar, kingdom of light and truth, arose in the east,where minarets of white and goldspired to the sun and to the sun's glory,announcing the passing of evil,and Istar, who mothered and cradled the long summers of good,shone like a meteorin the white skies of the just. Raistlin continues on with his own part...Yet in the fullness of sunlightthe Kingpriest of Istar saw shadows:At night he saw the trees as things with daggers, the streamsblackened and thickened under the silent moon.He searched books for the paths of Humafor scrolls, signs, and spellsso that he, too, might summon the gods, might findtheir aid in his holy aims,might purge the world of sin. And Caramon stammer's out his part as he hadn't recited this in over five years...Then came the time of dark and deathas the gods turned from the world.A mountain of fire crashed like a comet through Istar,the city split like a skull in the flames,mountains burst from once-fertile valleys,seas poured into the graves of mountains,the deserts sighed on abandoned floors of the seas,the highways of Krynn eruptedand became the paths of the dead. And Flint about to end the Cantile as he always does is surprised when Goldmoon speaks up and finishes...Thus began the Age of Despair.The roads were tangled.The winds and the sandstorms dwelt in the husks of cities,The plains and mountains became our home.As the old gods lost their power,we called to the blank skyinto the cold, dividing gray to the ears of new gods.The sky is calm, silent, unmoving.We have yet to hear their answer.</blockquote>

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