Bards often share tales of heroes with flair; like Ysmir and Olaf One-eye
But none can compare to Eyldi the Bear who moved heaven and earth with her cry
It began with an oath to drive out the foes; the dark ones whose faces were white
They built boats that were long, men five hundred strong on tears that flooded the night
But the weather was fair like maid's golden hair; like springtime in old Stros M'kai
That's when Eyldi the Bear spun wind from the air and wrestled a storm from the sky
The wind in their sails, "For glory!" they hailed; through Ghosts to the Rim of the Sky
But none would be there if not for Eyldi the Bear whose voice was the echo of Kyne

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