The Calhoun vault

[Xyon_of_Calhoun]

The following is a collection of Xenetian memorabilia and communications retrieved from the city of Calhoun.

Who are we,
We happy few?
We that fought and died for you?
We, our names you dare not speak,
We that make your floorboards creak
And windows rattle, in the night,
We that bring out terror, fright,
And instill chill along your spines,
By making sounds like children's pines,
Who are we
Are we they
Who sacrificed a life today
For a glimpse of tomorrow, and now we see
It isn't what it's cracked up to be,
Man made hell here, war and pain,
This place will never be the same
For twisted metal, blackened trees,
Craters where the fields should be,
Broken men, scattered remains,
Yet no-one lived to take the blame,
When the flames came down
From out the sky
We can't remember the reasons why
We didn't scream
We didn't cry
We didn't run
We stood, and died
For you the living, you owe us life
You owe your existence to the battle and strife
We went through for you, we shall not
Be ignored again, this is our lot
Heed now our chance
Our last advance
Through the fire
From out the pain
We march through hell
We march through rain
We march through blackened
Twisted, torn terrain
We bring you gifts
From the pit
And may your lives
End with it
The gift we give
The gift of hate
That turns you round
And takes your weight
We can turn you
Make you fall
Fear us then
As we march tall
Who are we?
We are you
We are your dead,
Your chosen few
Who said goodbye, and also this -
We are your gods
We come in war

-Xant-

[Xyon_of_Calhoun]

-Fragment-

haven't heard it in a while, the horn doesn't blow much anymore. Can't say that's a bad thing, I'm sick of these bloody wars. Something shoud probably happen to stop them soon. I heard the gods esc-fragment-last month or something.

H.

[Xyon_of_Calhoun]

Xyon,

Stop sending your crap this way, sir. We've had seventy this month already, and none of them suitable. We need a proper guard force down here, I know it's only a set of doors to you, but you know full well what the legends say about them.

Send me some decent men sometime you prat.

Keldos.

[Xyon_of_Calhoun]

Xant,

The time has come, my friend. Raise the colours and march on the city.

-Xant-

-Xant-,

You know I won't do that.

Xant.

[Xyon_of_Calhoun]

Smile for me, pretty.

Anon