Many of you will remember Ixon Fier, a rogue of great skill and long-time citizen of Valorn. Before his untimely end last year he left me his zither, along with several other items of sentimental value. When reporting his death to one of his close friends who (having been away) had not heard of it, I found within me the following:


IXON'S FIRE

Lend an ear if you desire,
to the song of Ixon's fire ...
burning bright with roguish skill,
Valorn's evil foes to kill,
swift and bold in shadows hidden,
ent'ring places oft forbidden,
loyal friends he did inspire:
hear the song of Ixon's fire.

ANTHEM: RISE, VALORN, RISE


Rise, Valorn, rise, to battle we must go;
rise in our strength to fight the demon foe;
strive for our Queen whose royal banner flies:
rise, Valorn, rise.

Rise, Valorn, rise, with weapon, skill, and spell;
strong as a wall defending Valorn well;
to battle's call now echo our replies:
rise, Valorn, rise.

Rise, Valorn, rise, protectors of this land;
heroes of light, against the dark we stand.
Sunrifter's gods are watching from the skies:
rise, Valorn, rise.