I have kept this event to myself for a long time, not being sure if it was meant for another's ear, not understanding its full meaning. However I feel I must now tell its tale. It occurred shortly after the war with the Bregandians had ended and I had sought solace in the meditation chamber. The squabbling, lack of leadership, and blatant cowardice exhibited by our order during this time had me heart-stricken. So seeking answers I knelt down and cleared my thoughts. Time passed how long I do not know. I found my mind wandering as is often the case in that strange and magical room. Soon a vision began to appear, a vision unlike any other that I have ever had there. I found myself standing on a vast plain. A strange and frightening place with colors I have never seen the like of in my entire life. Before me were three visions. Each vision existed in the same space as the others, overlapping each other completely. Yet I could make out each clearly.
     The first vision was that of a dread lord. Powerful in magic and skill and upon a great throne he sat. A throne, whose base were the bones of thousands of fallen foes, and which stood as tall as a mountain. Men, elf, and troll, all manner of beast were represented. His gaze was like the call of the banshee and he spoke with a voice that thundered throughout the plains.
    The second vision was that of a great host, warriors proud and strong. Vast in number were they and the plains echoed mightily with the rhythmic stomping of their feet. Strangely the host formed a great circle, each warrior following another in a vast and forever moving dance.
     The last vision was of another vast host. Stretched across the plains were thousands of roads, trails, and paths. Crisscrossing the land in a dizzying maze. Amongst all this the host walked as one, each following the one who had gone before. Of the thousands of paths they walked only one. Its surface was scored deep from the passage of so many for so long. As I gazed upon the host I realized they had only empty sockets where their eyes should lie. Following the host to its head I gazed in horror as warrior after warrior took his final step at the road's end. Each disappeared off the surface of the plains down into darkness that lies at the end of the world.
     I marveled much at what lay before me. Strange and wondrous sights the likes I had never seen. Soon it became aware to me that before me stood a small white fawn. Where the beast had come from and when it had arrived I do not know. The beast gazed upon the vision much as I had done. Fearing to move, fearing to speak I waited for the scene to play itself out. I had not long to wait as the fawn raised its head and spoke! Turning first to the lord upon his throne the fawn spoke with a voice as soft as the wind rustling through the leaves of the great modwir trees. These words rang clear, despite the horrid din, "What of honor?" Hearing the words the lord looked down upon the small beast and with a snarl he spoke. "What need have I for honor? For I am the master of the hunt and no man nor beast can withstand me. Begone from my sight fawn or I shall add your bones to my altar." The fawn then turned to the first host and again asked "What of honor?" The host hearing the words answered in one voice. "What need have we of honor? For we have the rotation, that is all we need." Lastly the fawn turned to the final host and again asked "What of honor?" The final host hearing the words also spoke in one voice. "What need have we of honor? We know the one true way and that is all we need." The plains then turned cold, cold as the grave and the fawn was gone. Darkness soon filled the plains and all sound ceased. Even the wind was still; all that I could hear was my own labored breathing. As I stirred from my meditation one final fleeting vision came to me. The plain was now changed, no tree or flower remained. All life was now gone. The throne was cast down and lay in rubble and no sign of the hosts remained. All that was left was the numbing cold. Awaking from my dreams I quickly departed the chamber and did not speak of what I saw until now.

Songnoir the fallen