Hear me, hearth-folk and warriors,
for I speak of the High Warlord who walks the storm.
His name is Taranis Stormborne,
breaker of oaths, rider of wolves
whose eyes burn like embers.
He has raided the corn
from the winter barns,
struck down chiefs
beneath the peace banner,
and set fire to groves where the gods were honoured.
The druids name him outlaw;
the kings demand his head on a spear.
Yet the warbands whisper,
his name in the night,
and some would follow him,
even into the jaws of death.
If his banner rises in your valley,
bar your gates and guard your herds,
for where the Stormborne passes,
the thunder will follow and the land will not rest.
