From old unearthed records in a failing museum, this ancient hitherto unknown epic poem was recently unearthed and translated. Written in a rare script, it contains mentions of a mythology that as yet remains a mystery. The name "Xhad" is mentioned several times, apparently a deity. The translation provided is an approximation and is unclear in parts, due to gaps in our understanding of the language used.
THE BALLAD OF THE DRAGONBORN
A lenthy and moving ode, writ this day
By grace of spinning planets and angry gods
Cursed now into sinking merely to legend
Destined by fates, rising high above the land
Else they return, dancing once again
"For at times all of us must listen.
Great mysteries strewn throughout the world beckon."
Hardly had then the thought approached me when
I leaped that night into the unknown.
Jewels and gold I scorned
Kindling fires to burn my earlier life
Leaving only ashes and dust, I departed,
Making ways to weave my own fate
Near, far, here and there, I wandered
Over hills through fading dusk
Pressed on to leave my worlds behind
Quest still unknown to me
Readily did I bring myself to wander - perhaps too much
Still I ambled, again lost and found
Till that day the man found me there
Underneath the new rising sun he stood
Visible in the light, shining bright.
Without a doubt, deadly he was, like
Xhad he stood, silent and staring
Young but appearance fierce as the lion, he filled me with a
Zeal that I but could not help but feel.
Approaching him, his calm face settling on mine, but
A feeling that I'm now alone touches down upon me.
Bravely I approached, never speaking a word,
But then stopped still at a sight that filled me with horror.
Certainly it was but a cursed illusion!
Certainly this was still just a dream!
Death himself, if the legends held true,
Dark wings, the same purplish hue his steed.
Entire worlds that I'll see reduced to ash
Embittered lives would rest in peace
Finally able to gently sleep
Finding solace now in the deeps
Gleaming then in your eyes, I drew my sword
Glancing at your palm, I placed it in the hand
Held out there until I was decided
Heaving, body rebelling, I approached the dark rider.
I would now leave this world, galloping away,
In the dark amongst the shadows
Jesters laughing in the dark
Jokes ringing in flames burning dark.
Killed not by arrows would I be
Karma now was streaming past
Luck now that through the draw of chance
Lost now to the dark rider, my companion into flame.
Moving now through air of frozen fire
My dry mouth parched in blazing cold
Not here were mouths meant to drink
No, for here, screaming throes of wars long since lost.
Once I was through, the sounds were ceased
Over the fire, the silent waters underneath
Perhaps now the night is through
Perhaps now could I wander more
Quest now found, do I believe,
Queer sights that not a soul would take heed.
Rest easy now, care not my friends!
Return I did, for I am plainly here.
Still, I know, what I had then found.
Someday soon, and is it now?
That I'd make fair when the time was right
Time that now I feel is here.
Until the day take I my sword
Until I am no more, this fate
Vainly then I'll heed the call
Veiled and shrouded for your sake.
Will I know what I search now for?
What you see is plain in sight.
"X" to the right of my turmoil and fate.
Xhad he appeared, Chaos though he was.
Yet now he reigned throughout the land,
Yon he was when one looked, Death's figure with
Zest sweeping through. I beheld the despair, and
Zealously then I was beheld to intervene.
And then, with not a trace of warning, I saw him.
Beautiful he was there, in the windswept valleys of death.
Boldened by anger, I approached.
And there we fought! The god and I,
Claiming god he but could not else be.
Calamitously, victory was not mine to be.
And then by myself, wounded and deserted,
But I stood alone. Alas, driven back, he
Delivered strokes numbered three. I lay upon the ground forlorn,
Drawn blood running combined with his.
All was over. We faced our foe that day
But lost. He took the field that day.
"Cursed," declared I, "the one who did this."
Enraged, I continued, "Chair will no longer give him comfort, and he will
Enjoy honor of glory. Scorned, shamed, and cast aside shall he be, with no place to rest!"
And this still was not enough. I beseeched my neighbor, the Dragonborn, to approach, and I said to him,
"Behold! Friend of mine, I now beholden you to this task.
Charged you are, as surely as if the godking Xhad were to charge you himself!
Dragonborn shall have victory against this scum, this beast of a man."
Fallen eyes then shone with the light of a thousand candles.
Far then would my words travel. The Dragonborn!
As like a statue in stature. There were many of the giants,
But naught as tall as the Dragonborn. He would accept any
Challenge. Many tried. All did fail.
Dragonborn marveled. Why would the great hero appoint a lowly man like him, for a great hero it was,
Ever a hero, revere well deserved?
Gladly, then, vowed the man, would he hunt down this beast, this false
God who bled. Ships he stocked, and the Dragonborn set sail!
Alas, it then would come to pass, a thousand years crept by
But without a tremble of the Dragonborn's footsteps.
Calamity had struck, in fate wound tight,
Dragonborn had found despair instead. By Xhad!
Evermore I waited, now and again, but never again did I hear the
Footsteps of men long awaited.
He was gone - gone like a breath of wind,
His face now but a memory.
"An ode," did I declare, "shall I compose for thee!
But who now still will take heed of such things?
Could there be here no young scholars? No wise sage?
Do I write now for none to hear? What
Ear would listen? You see. Egad!
For who will learn of these mighty deeds?"
Good Xhad, then I was in despair.
Inside myself, I am desolate; the pain
I feel now always there. For none shall know, and none shall grieve.
At the tragedy there of the Dragonborn. But the ode!
Dream you will, at the edge of sleep;
Roaming wild the long plains of the sheep.
And we come last to the end, bitter in parting,
Gods laughing at I, who send you, short life darting.
Once all that was trembled before ye;
Now, alas, none in living memory would recognize thee.
Bested by none, the world would know;
Of the inner center, peace like snow.
Rage knew no place within you;
None has yet but glanced the beauty ringing true.
Dawn breaks and, alas, you do not see;
Raging fires, burning it to dust, blowing free.
And thus it was, and thus it will be;
Great men do not return, woe be to me.
Once you were meant to rule;
Now fit only to lord the dead, bone and jewel.
But thus must be the world, yon days;
One must say they wane, as if in a daze.
Raw emotions have moved me to tears;
Now you or me, it matters not, all drowning in our fears.
Drawing now slightly back, your face;
Rain falls lightly, to fade away in disgrace,
Alas! The Dragonborn, my son, you have fallen now;
Gone, in no proper manner, to never again pull the plow.
Once filling vast space, now none;
Never again, you and I, to speak... my son.
Black world surrounding now, I mourn;
Old and shriveled, my face as if my heart is torn.
Rats crawling, mice dancing, critters flowing;
Noise such as all the world was in pain crowing.
Dear one, I could not help but remark;
Ruin I shall see, while you see naught but dark.
All must die, and some soon yet others late;
Great Xhad, mercy here I beg of you, give not others his fate!
Once is enough, I do declare;
Never again shall now be then, if at all fair.
Bleeding red, you must know;
Once I would ask, but today my heart lays low.
Readily the world of might found you, it is true;
Never could of you would I speak foul, though this day I rue.
"Dread of me you've overcome," said Death;
Rays of light found beaming as you drew your final breath.
And though now the day is over, gone;
Great things I question - am I a pawn?
Old ancient names written, power showing,
Now time stretches long, lengthening and slowing.
Born of dragons, who reared you,
One of friends am I, cold but true.
Roiling waters run, I fading show thee;
Never the Dragonborn now to see.
And thus ends what ode I can write,
Bold words that do not, cannot, give justice to the warrior
Cold words that I pen in a vain attempt
Day and night, do I wish, for a bard's finger,
Entire worlds now hidden for lack of a proper pen-warrior.
Forgotten now, except in pale legend,
Gods' speed to this twisted document,
Hideous piece of lengthy rambles.
I bless this song by all the gods.
Hint 2019-12-22 - helpfulness level 1
There are instructions, but they're terse and not immediately obvious.
Hint 2019-12-25 - helpfulness level 2
There is a single word hidden before the ballad that serves as instructions.
Hint 2019-12-29 - helpfulness level 3
The ballad doesn't exist. Use the single word hidden before it starts to find something. ABCEDFGH is a hint, but in the wrong place. Start at the beginning.
Hint 2020-01-04 - helpfulness level 4
Being familiar with mythology and history will give you an edge.