#coldwall

[[Going to find a way to add this song to the guild site and the tumblr. Because it 100% captures the feel and the goals of The Coldwall Collective as well as their views toward the nobility and the crown. Celldweller kicks ass too.]]

Lyrics (They are in the video as well)

You feel so safe inside the walls you fortified It's down you go when your walls fall like Jericho You build 'em up, you layer stone on stone You build 'em high to keep out your enemies The sky grows dark, the earth is trembling An unhappy ending to your final fantasy You feel so safe inside the walls you've fortified Supremacy implied Who dares to overthrow? Arrogance justified, self-importance amplified It's down you go When your walls fall like Jericho

We'll all enjoy the show when your walls fall like Jericho

You're looking down and feeling so profound You're so impressed by your own false humility The sky descends, the ground is rising up An unhappy ending to your sense of deity You feel so safe inside the walls you've fortified Supremacy implied Who dares to overthrow? Arrogance justified, self-importance amplified It's down you go When your walls fall like Jericho This is over.. This is over.. You sit alone upon your lonely throne You're so oblivious to your own frailty The sky erupts, the ground has opened wide An unhappy ending to the life you've glorified To the life you've glorified You feel so safe inside the walls you've fortified Supremacy implied Who dares to overthrow? Arrogance justified, self-importance amplified It's down you go We'll all enjoy the show Can't wait to see you go When your walls fall like Jericho This is over.. This is over.. When your walls fall like Jericho This is over.. This is over..

Lyrics

It doesn't matter what they say. I won't accept it in any single way. Through the floors and through the cabling. They're permeating in through every single day. But I won't be confined by their regimented borders. We hold the strength of over fifty thousand soldiers. We're not duty bound to anybody's orders. C'mon everybody now.

Don't let 'em run you!

They're gonna take it all away! This is a war and the enemies engaging! But you can see through their lies and decide for your life. I won't be confined by their regimented borders! We've got the strength of over fifty thousand soldiers! We're not duty bound to anybody's orders! Come on everybody now.

Silence, incomplete. A land once fertile and green. The forest corrupted, a shadow of perished joy. Another shadow lurked. Seeped into psyche, Gnawed at the marrow of souls.

Her ears heard phantom echoes alongside the hushed scraping of plate against packed earth: writhing screams of terror and the simmering fear of the void unleashed. Each step brought sensation with sounds, both real and remembered. Raw pain found her as the rends in her arm and leg reopened, but she dared not linger with the others in the ichor-stained glade. She did not want to break in the midst of joyous reunions and hard-won relief. The break was coming. Better, then, to be alone when it came. Or at least in the open under the stars if she could find them.

She had weathered storms, hadn’t she? Suffered agony, given home to plentitudes of hurt that she still carried as scars. Pain was as frightening to her as the certainty of death; expected and accepted.

Yet she’d never seen the equal of what she’d witnessed that night. That was beyond her days as a simple soldier.

As the warrior walked, she banished momentarily thoughts of oozing dark and festering pain with reflection on who she had been. A soldier. A marine. Twice homeless, once broken, but never in the tangle of darkness that she’d found herself in that night. Many of her colleagues had taken it in stride, it seemed, and though she kept a brave enough facade, she was far from right as rain.

She wondered, telling her more confident self it was an honest question, if she was worthy of the challenge. One of the fold? Or the newest and weakest link? Her thoughts danced merrily to this tune of self-doubt, keeping rhythm with the throbbing pain.

Dark shapes floated on the periphery of the forest; here a house, there a storehouse. The town materialized from the gloom, lit only by the night’s sentinels. It seemed a lifetime before she crested the small hill where the gryphon master kept the beasts. Plate met woodgrain in a hollow knock against the makeshift desk that guarded the roosts.

“Out late.” It was a statement, hurled like an accusation from a bleary gryphon handler who appeared eyes-first from his clandestine nap ‘neath the desk.

“Sure am,” she retorted, mustering the requisite cheer to sound as close to normal as she could. “I promise I come only in search of a swift ride to the city. You’ll get no trouble from me.”

“You don’t look like trouble,” he grunted. “You look like shit.”

The cadence of pain and worry skipped a beat. She felt a wry smile stir in the lines that hemmed her mouth.

“A thousand thanks for the compliment,” she said, fighting a snort of laughter as his shoulders rose and fell in a weary, indifferent shrug.

Coins changed hands and the belabored man, grey and long-suffering in his night post, rose to shuffle one of the gryphons from a roost. By the time she’d hoisted herself into the leather saddle, the man was back in his own roost, muttering about bloodied travelers in the night.

Location Description

Home to the Fas’kahn in West Koften, Coldwall is undoubtedly a rather imposing desert city. Most buildings within the walled-in town are made of hardened sandstone, brick, or wood, and many are tastefully embellished with shiny dyed glass and colored metals. In the center of town, the grand Arena of Kahn stands impressively tall, its sparkling glass dome ceiling shining light into the religious proving grounds of the city’s honor-bound Fas’kahn. It is the closest thing the city has to a conventional place of worship, and its ostentatious design leaves no man wondering how much wealth the citizens of Coldwall may possess. 

Political System, Allies, and Enemies

Coldwall’s Empress, Goss Thoren, rules her empire the Fas’kahn way: with a stern brow and an iron fist. She commands the military police that keep order in the city’s streets, and is known to have a penchant for sending lawbreakers to their deaths in her city’s famed Arena of Kahn. Overall, her harsh but lawful rule has proven effective when it comes to keeping order and securing financial stability, and many of the city’s Fas’kahn view Empress Thoren with a great deal of respect. 

Allies: Being in such close proximity to the Kahn Mines, traders in Coldwall are known to possess some of the most valuable and exclusive minerals and jewels on the planet, and the city provides many of these jewels to both Arverra and New Corhall as per their alliance. 

Enemies: It comes as no surprise that Foxview would appear as an enemy of Coldwall, as relations between the Fas’kahn and Fas’rehn have been tense and growing tenser for several thousands of years. Some say the only thing keeping the citizens of Coldwall from launching an attack on Foxview is its weak but vital alliance with New Corhall, one of Foxview’s closest and most valuable military allies.