Hear Ye, Hear Ye Come all great Warriors from shore and sea. Sit upon the ground and listen, to the tales abound, even a whistlin' Tales spun of power forgotten long ago could they be tales of friend or foe. Stones tossed from the chalice come bring your chain mail from the palace. Power to control them they must, prove they are brave and just. Calling as a beacon, with power to strengthen and weaken. The legends will be foretold, with time, truth will unfold. A name still shrouded in mystery, will soon be written in history.