Locked away on crumbling throneassassin of Mystra in deed alone.
Fire and fury from such did reap
the realms of Faerun left to weep.
Soft and quiet comes Cyric's call
urging those from grace to fall.
Strife's cold hand comes reaching near
finding hold in old Cormyr.
-as sung by the bard Tim Finnigan
The Griffon's Nest Inn, Minroe, Cormyr
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