The Falling Footsteps
Through the woods and mountainside,
Through the hollows and green meadow,
Through the Summer, Winter, day and night,
Through the hallowed halls of Seasons and song,
Through the Vengeance, Pride, and Sorrow,
Echo the footfalls of the Greaves of the Faehunter
The Chase
The hunter runs,
The hunter runs.
Swiftly, swiftly for our lives.
A mortal's skirt of chain,
A mesh of links forged in secret.
The hunter runs,
The hunter runs,
In the Chausses of the Faehunter.
The Imposter
Like the gilded ghosts of youth,
The curving plates of Fae-like scrolls,
Decorates this life's guard of the imposter.
It says, "I am like you, Fae spirit."
And shimmers with a brilliant gleam,
This Cuirass of the Faehunter.
Yield
The strength of contempt, fear, and hate
Courses through the rushing veins,
To the very fingertips.
The instruments of war are readied, light,
In the grip and machinations
Of the Gauntlets of the Faehunter
Piercing the Veil
We feel the glare of a silver raptor,
A furrowed brow, eyes that pierce the Veil.
We see the scowling, engraved face
Of a beautiful, elegant terminus.
We know this mask of death,
This azure visage,
This celestial teardrop,
as the Helm of the Faehunter.
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Kingdoms of Amalur Lorestones
Fantasythese are the lorestones from KOA and what they all say all credit goes to Amalur Wikia
