The Trials Of Mount Farnor - Dragonland

[The men of Brisingard rarely display a single sign of their noble ancestry their village was once the mighty capital of men before the first orc raids began. With the east growing increasingly perilous the most wealthy and privileged sought a new home among the elven ruins of the west and the poor were left behind to face the creatures of the northern Darklands with whatever means they could.
Deepest into the east
Where vast ridges meet the Ivory shores
Winds of the Zephyr chill the blood in frostbitten hearts
Treacherous Furious
Surely the mountain will bring us to fall
Lord of the winds
Let our passage be swift
Ruler of mist in this age-old ruin
King of the East
Let the trials begin
Grant me the secret for I seek the Century
Horn of Mount Farnor
As a blizzard draws near
Upon the highest mountain we stand
Thundering footsteps strike a fear into our hearts
Vicious thrall
Answer our call
Hear us come forth and unveil who you are
Lord of the storm
To this quest I am sworn
Ruler of mist on this age-old mountain
King of your kin
Let your trials begin
Speak me your riddles for I seek the Century
Horn of Mount Farnor
First the answer is clear
But dawn breaks before the second word's voiced
One final riddle strikes despair into our hearts
Queen of leaves
Returned to me
Surely your words bring the giant to fall
Lord of the bones
So assured of your throne
Ruler of men among thousand towers
King of your kin
Now your war will begin
Thousands are gathering as I sound the
Century Horn of Mount Farnor
Devious
Glorious
Brother I will find you wherever you are