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<blockquote data-quote="TheSword" data-source="post: 8064960" data-attributes="member: 6879661">Love that item... “The grave is no bar to my call”.Though it needs renaming the Horn of Valere‘Mat’s hand shook as he raised the Horn of Valere to his lips. It was a clear note, golden as the horn was golden. The trees around them to seemed to resonate with it. And the ground under their feet, the sky overhead. That one long sound encompassed everything. Out of nowhere a fog began to rise. First thin wisps hanging in the air, then thicker billows and thicker until it blanketed the land like clouds......Down the billowing fog, as if it was the side of a mountain, rode shapes on horses. At first the dense mists hid more than that but slowly they came closer and it was Rands’ turn to gasp. He knew them. Men, not all in armour, and women. Their clothes and their weapons came from every age but he knew them all. Rhogash Eagle eye ... Gaidal Cain ... Golden Haired Birgitte ... Artur Hawkwing ... “It takes more than bravery to bind a man to the horn... Only a few are bound to The Wheel spun out again and again to work the will of The Wheel and the Pattern of the Ages.”’LET WHOSOEVER SOUNDS ME THINK NOT OF GLORY, BUT ONLY OF SALVATION.“In the last, lorn fight'gainst the fall of long night,the mountains stand guard,and the dead shall be ward,for the grave is no bar to my call”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="TheSword, post: 8064960, member: 6879661"] Love that item... “The grave is no bar to my call”. Though it needs renaming the Horn of Valere ‘Mat’s hand shook as he raised the Horn of Valere to his lips. It was a clear note, golden as the horn was golden. The trees around them to seemed to resonate with it. And the ground under their feet, the sky overhead. That one long sound encompassed everything. Out of nowhere a fog began to rise. First thin wisps hanging in the air, then thicker billows and thicker until it blanketed the land like clouds... ...Down the billowing fog, as if it was the side of a mountain, rode shapes on horses. At first the dense mists hid more than that but slowly they came closer and it was Rands’ turn to gasp. He knew them. Men, not all in armour, and women. Their clothes and their weapons came from every age but he knew them all. Rhogash Eagle eye ... Gaidal Cain ... Golden Haired Birgitte ... Artur Hawkwing ... “It takes more than bravery to bind a man to the horn... Only a few are bound to The Wheel spun out again and again to work the will of The Wheel and the Pattern of the Ages.”’ LET WHOSOEVER SOUNDS ME THINK NOT OF GLORY, BUT ONLY OF SALVATION. “In the last, lorn fight 'gainst the fall of long night, the mountains stand guard, and the dead shall be ward, for the grave is no bar to my call” [/QUOTE]

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