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''This story was written by Chris L'Etoile as a prize for the Grand Loremaster of Dereth, Keth al-Sheth. It has not been approved by Turbine or Microsoft, and should be considered apocryphal.

'''PRONUNCIATION:''' 
''Leikotha:'' lie-KO-tha 
''Haebrous'' HAY-brus 
''Alysse:'' al-LEASE-ay 
''Jhenecaer:'' jen-ah-CARE 
''Planae:'' plen-AY 
''Arenir:'' ay-REN-ear 

Leikotha, child of Haebrous 
Stood proud upon the field, 
And spake unto the crafter Dhere 
The weapon she would wield 
Her eye was blue as tropic sea 
White-flecked with spindrift foam 
Her hair hung long and golden-hued 
Her high cheeks flecked with loam 
A set of silver armor borne 
To ward away the blows of man 
To stay the magely power faced 
Were rings once forged by old Velan 
 
Grim-visaged was the noble dame 
From training under great Illkarm 
No man's servant was she born 
A mighty chevaird, strong in arm 
Stands of saffron veiled her eye 
In nightspawn wind her hair blew wild 
The sweat of practice pearled her skin 
At hand stood Alysse, her child 
The girl looked to her mother stound 
Eyes bright and pale as Alb'arel 
For to her young adoring eye 
A goddess stalked the tiny dell 
 
Smith Dhere with all his subtle might 
Crafted silver burning bright 
Ashbane by name to the old wright 
And hardened then with chorizite 
 
So armed, she joined the great crusade 
The army sailed to west, away 
And crossed the raging Jhenecaer 
For four score and a dozen day 
So proud they sailed from old Planae 
Their banners snapping in the wind 
Argent were their alloyed keels 
With stalwart larchess bound within 
 
The damask light of sunrise washed 
The churning water in their wakes 
And glinted merri-ly about 
The polished fittings on their rakes 
Aureate sails unfurled as one 
To catch the rising vendavals 
Bells sounded bright along the shore 
And laymen filed from the halls 
With one great voice the people hailed 
To wish the ships quicksilver pace 
Leikotha, standing on a prow 
Sought in the crowd her child's face 
 
The tempests tossed the mighty fleet 
The starless waters bucked and reared 
Like mountains rising, falling fast 
As had the weather-sages feared 
Slow-turning galleons groaned aloud 
A-tremble in their sturdy bones 
The valiant chevairds sweated fast 
And tossed their well-worn knucklebones 
They sang the old rounds as they flinched 
At every creak and grumble 
Their swords and fire useless now 
To fight the dark seas' tumble 
 
Leikotha sat alone these nights 
And chanted songs of ancient days 
She practised on the storm-slick deck 
To maintain fine-honed warrior ways 
Yet more she thought of Alysse 
The gentle center of a heart 
Long-given to a chevaird's steel 
She grieved each day they were apart 
 
The army fell upon the shores 
Of ancient Dericost so bleak 
The decayed cities stilled the heart 
The mountains rose with silvered peaks 
Gelid brooded in the mists 
 
And sent its armies to the coast 
But only harried their advance 
Withdrawing 'fore the serried host 
Before that fell and drear plateau 
Both armies drew in lines abreast 
And 'fore the dawn of winter's morn 
The light advanced to face the test 
The living troops of the Ice Throne 
Were scattered in the foredawn mists 
As somnolent birds began to stir 
The battle echoed through the mists 
 
Leikotha's host slid through their foes 
As gromnatross through smoke and air 
She reached old brooding Gelid's feet 
As fading haze laid her host bare 
Then, revealed, the undead struck 
And slew her company in wrath 
Yet as her fellows turned and fled 
Leikotha held the one clear path 
Around her Ashbane drew a ring 
Declaring ground she would defend 
She beckoned then to clacking bones 
The passage back she would forfend 
 
The pestilencial foes advanced 
And Ashbane spun and whirled about 
The dead came on in blackened waves 
But Leikotha bold prevented rout 
Black tide advanced and then fell back 
Like seas oppressing stony shore 
Yet like the Rock of Sennaj stood 
The chevaird who their assaults bore 
High above the Sand Kings lurked 
To watch the violent play below 
And Nerash, mighty general, spake 
Unlimbering his mighty bow 
 
"Beautiful," he nodded down 
At Leikotha whirling 'round her foes 
He looked at her with eyes of lust 
And aimed his black and mighty bow 
 
The string did sing; the arrow flew 
And darkness ran the chevaird through 
A poison sliver pierced her breast 
Old Nerash smiled in private jest 
Her veins did burn with crawling fire 
And staggering, she then retired 
But Nerash high above worked charms 
To keep her marked and safe from harm 
"Alysse!" she called in pain 
As agony caused knee to bend 
Leikotha's host did pull her back 
Yet Ashbane fell from limpened hands 
 
Meantime, behind the shambling ranks 
Two heroes crept in lightless danks 
Heavy-bearded Jailne and the gold-eyed 
Alaidain 
Soldier-king of Haebrous; 
enchantress-empress of Yalain 
 
Alaidain alone returned 
To join her soldiers on the field 
The pools of night were gathering then 
The wounded had begun to heal 
 
The lesser undead fell like wheat 
The greater slunk away 
And vowed upon eternal life 
They'd have revenge one day 
The dead and twice-dead lay in heaps 
Across the smoking, frosted grounds 
The once were gathered in straight rows 
The twice in flaming charnel mounds 
"My lady," spake Leikotha weakly 
To the grieving Alaidain 
"Did the dread lord speak to thee 
Before sent into dark again?" 
 
"Nay," replied the Empress then 
"No words from that fell beast" 
Yet turned a worried weather eye 
To the deep and darkening east 
 
The army gathered then to leave; 
Return across the frozen plains 
Among them groaned the wounded souls 
And Gelidites in sobbing train 
But in the silvered mountain peaks 
Above the cities so decayed 
A fearsome squall brought heavy snow 
Besieged, the army was delayed 
 
One moonless night 
As ill winds gusted 
Nerash approached 
A tent snow-dusted 
 
Inside Leikotha tossed and rolled 
In the grips of foul dream; 
Her child held by rotted arms 
Alysse facing undead screamed 
The chevaird awoke with a brief howl 
To face the face of which she'd dreamed 
Nerash's rotted teeth did grin 
In hollow sockets pale fire gleamed 
 
"I love thee, pretty one," he said 
And laid his hands upon her 
"I would have thee by my side 
Until all ends in fire." 
Leikotha scrabbled for a sword 
Yet none lay close at hand 
And weakened by the poison bow 
She fell before the damned 
The camp awoke to find her gone 
And not a trace was found 
The snow withdrew, and so did they 
Back to Planae bound 
 
The proud chevaird was bound in chain 
None know the torments that occured 
To Leikotha at Nerash's hand 
In darkness of the underworld 
 
Three years hence a tattered ship 
Reached port at Haebrean Aribel 
From this wretched craft debarked 
A figure wrapped in grey, and fell 
Of all the greeters on the shore 
None stood forth to meet her; 
Though none saw face or skin beside 
Her voice was woman or of girl 
 
To blooming Dernehale she walked 
And spoke to few along the road 
Her way was paid with sparkling gems 
And walked as if with heavy load 
In blooming Dernehale she asked 
For the Lady Orsinu, and begged those 
In the fields if any of them knew 
Of the child-ward kept in her safe repose 
"Alysse?" the herdsmen shrugged 
For they knew of her mother's fame 
"Still in the lady's safe repose 
For her Leikotha never came" 
 
And the figure hurried on 
With pain'ed gait and shuffling 
To the Lady's verdant hold 
Where grain stood softly rustling 
 
Night had gathered up her skirts 
When the figure did arrive 
And ventured cautiously upon 
The well-worn stonework drive 
She sought not the iron gate 
Nor any other entry there 
But crept along the outer wall 
Until she reached a casement fair 
 
She entered into the great house 
Moved silently along the hall 
She ventured for the tower room 
Her thin hand clutching at the wall 
There within the tower room 
Lay Alysse in sweet repose 
A girl of thirteen seasons now 
And blooming like the summer rose 
The figure wept then, silently 
A thin hand to her shadowed face 
And looked upon Alysse sweet 
Curled up in her sleeping lace 
 
With a shaking, whispered voice 
The figure sang to Alysse 
An ancient Haebraen sleepsong crooned 
To drive the fears of night away 
 
But then the household guard did pass 
Along his nightly rounds 
And from Alysse's room he heard 
The whispered, sobbing sounds 
The door flung wide, he entered in 
And saw the figure stading there 
He drew his sword to slash and kill 
But only sliced the empty air 
 
The figure had evaded yet 
In motion lost her long grey shroud 
There disclosed by torchlight stood 
A rotting woman, proud head bowed 
The guard decried the vile thing 
Not-dead reviled by his race 
Alysse wakened in a fear 
And shuddered at the rotting face 
The woman glided for the sill 
And turned for one last stare 
"I love you," she said to the girl 
And leapt into the starless air 
 
The house was in a row till dawn 
Alysse clutching close beside 
Her warder Lady Orsinu 
Only the cloak was found outside 
At the guard's description 
Orsinu shook her head, dismayed 
Yet would not let her men alert 
The chevairds in Alaidain's pay 
"There is a monster on the loose!" 
The guard exclaimed in rage 
Yet Orsinu bade him to stay 
And spake words greatly sage; 
 
"I will not have her so decried 
So let it thus be known; 
Despite an evil done to her 
Leikotha Arenir came home" 
 
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. 
. 
...There a NO alien heads in AC. Nootch.

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