Shadow of the Colossus poemHear this the tale of a lost soulMore Like This
Long live he, the Wanderer and his steed Arbhach
For they ventured past the transcending bridge
Into the valley of the shadow of the colossi
Entered he the halls of stone, and bartered with Dormin
"Pledge thee, in return for thine bidding, the maiden's life shall be returned"
And Dormin spoke
"Verily, it shalt be done. But the price to pay shall be heavy"
By Dormin's command he pledged to vanquish
The sixteen gods of stone
In the hopes that his maiden's life
A promise only possible in the Valley of the Shadow of the Colossi
With Arbhach his steed, and siúinéir solais his sword,
And love strengthening his will
He ventured and fought these God's of Stone
Attacking at the mharc ar an clocha Dia
But the price was heavy indeed
For these sixteen were portions of a single whole
But the Wanderer knew not
Aye, that Dormin once was a Damned God
Overwhelmed by the Wanderer's Clan
Shattered into sixteen pieces
He was spread to the eight e
Tribute of the colossusFirst one of them all,More Like This
this is where the adventure begins.
Don't be afraid to fall,
climbing is needed to reach its sigils.
South of the shrine goes thy way,
there thou shalt find Valus' lair.
Fifteen left and only first one is down.
Be strong, even though in sorrow thou may drown.
This one is slow and resembles a bull.
So raise thy courage without being dull.
On all fours it walks, take a closer look.
For its weak point thou shalt find in its foot.
One quick arrow and the beast comes down.
Now's thy chance; climb, don't fall.
Hold on tight, you know what to do.
After a fight, it's one less to go.
Knight of the earth, sleeping all alone.
Until it's time for thou to come.
It is angry and giant indeed,
those facts thou may heed.
The ground will shatter as he swings his sword.
Do it right and his armor shall fall.
Keep it steady and do thy things,
for to the ground he may thee fling.
Then he falls down, it was his last fight.
Thou fought him with all thy might.
Phaedra, the horse, sits in
Elven Skald Firearms Char-Concept- First DraftEnsign Søren Kulak Vain. "His Majesties 42nd Foot"More Like This
A male elf of middling height with skin like porcelain and slicked back silver hair to match. He wears a scruffy military great coat, and a somewhat flattened bi-corn hat tucked under his arm. A scruffy sabre with a heavily abraded brass guard sits on his hip, and he casually toys with it's lanyard as he talks.
Søren was born to an elven tavern girl at a busy travellers inn bordering dwarvern lands, the unfortunate product of a night of passion with a passing army officer. From her he inherited his unnaturally dark, near black, eyes. But from his father he got his distinctive white hair and deathly pale skin. Her surname, the one he also bears, was Kulak, the dwarvern word for black, and has understandably been a source of mockery throughout his life. His first name, Søren, is a dwarvern variant of the elven name born by his grandfather.
Unlike many army bastards Søren saw his fathe