It’s just a piece of metal;
It’s just a plank of wood.
There’s no magic in them
That would fight evil or instill good.
It’s just another grassy field;
Like any other that’s around.
A great battle wasn’t fought here
And where you stand’s not holy ground.
The reasons why you fight this day;
I won’t pretend to know them all.
Only you can truly say
Why you answered the tourney’s call.
Nor will I presume to tell you
Of what your goal must truly be
For that is something which only
You and your consort can agree.
The most that I can say,
Which I claim to be my right;
Is that you must hold yourself
Truly worthy of the fight.
That does not mean just on this field,
Though without saying that should go.
But how you treat your fellow man,
Be them friend or be them foe.
And if you win, then your brow will bear
Silver wrought of more than jeweler’s craft.
They are the Coronets of the Mists;
Symbols of our future and our past.
How you choose to act this day
Is how you choose to be perceived.
For as you sit there, never forget
You rule because they believe
"Invocation Piece for Mists Fall Coronet." -- Ghislaine d'Auxerre
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