“We All Start Somewhere”

[Verse 1]
We flew the storms where dragons ruled,
We heard the black wings cry,
We stood the deck of iron and oak,
And watched one fall from sky!
You’ve heard the tale of Richard’s hand,
And Angmar brought to ground—
Aye, we were there when it was done,
When thunder shook the sound!

[Tavern Interruption – Patron, casual tone]
I heard their ma was no great lady,
Just needle, thread, and seam—
And Lord Strongcastle? Just a man,
Who served the wyrm-king’s dream.

[—Pause—]
[Room quiets. A chair scrapes. One Bluecoat speaks.]

[Verse 2 – Lead Bluecoat, calm and steady]
Aye… we all start somewhere, friend—
In dust, or ash, or thread…
But don’t mistake the road behind
For where a soul is led.

[Verse 3 – Building (Lord Strongcastle)]
He was a soldier, that much’s true,
Who saw what others feared,
And when he learned the truth of things,
He turned the blade he’d sheared.
At Twosun’s walls he made his stand,
When all the world gave way—
He bought us time with blood and steel,
And did not live to see the day.

[Chorus – Whole tavern joining]
We all start somewhere—low or high—
In shadow or in flame,
But what we choose when the storm comes through
Is what will make a name!
So raise it up for those who stood,
When standing meant the end—
For the line they held and the path they made,
We drink to them again!

[Verse 4 – Donna]
And Donna walked where none would dare,
With dragon eyes on her,
A trader’s smile, a steady voice—
And a mind sharp as a spur.
She bartered lies and carried truth,
Right out beneath its gaze—
And brought us fire in powder and cask,
That changed our dying days.

[Verse 5 – Mark]
Her son? A mind like coiled steel spring,
Who saw the board entire,
When five ships came to break our line,
He turned them into pyre.
No shout, no boast—just quiet plans,
That bent the fight our way—
We lived because he saw the path
No other man could lay.

[Verse 6 – Richard]
And Richard stood where sky was war,
When Angmar came in flame,
No wall to hold, no ground to keep—
Just death that knew his name.
But he did not break, nor yield the deck,
Nor let that terror reign—
He dragged the black one from the world,
And ended dragons’ claim.

[Verse 7 – The Others (Andrew & David)]
And some forged fire with hammer and mind,
And some held fast the line,
Engines roared and powder burned,
By craft and grand design.
Not every name is shouted loud,
Not every deed is sung—
But every spark that fed that storm
Was struck by someone’s hand.

[Final Chorus – Big, unified, tavern roaring]
We all start somewhere—low or high—
In shadow or in flame,
But what we build when the world turns black
Is what will forge a name!
So here’s to the line that would not break,
And the storm that they became—
From thread and ash to fire and sky…
All Strongcastle in name!

[Outro – softer, almost respectful]
Aye… a tailor’s hand… a soldier’s start…
That’s where the stories begin…
But judge them not by where they stood—
Judge them by what they did in the end.

Cinematic tavern folk ballad with sea shanty energy, starts rowdy and percussive with stomps, claps, mugs hitting wooden