Shine and ready your swords and armour
We commit ourselves to battle with ardour.
Prepare the supply lines, check the stocks,
Get the spare inks and herbs from that box!

A team is required; fighters, seekers, and more,
To win and score in this battle of lore.
All are needed in the unit, all deserving of the glory,
The young, the old, all make up part of the story.

The warriors stand proud, gleaming in the sun,
The support for the fallen is here, ready to run.
The healers are nearby, prayers at the ready,
The atmosphere on the field is quite heady.

Tharos yells across the lands and gives notice,
"The flags are out! Search and do not miss.
Who will know glory in this worldwide game
Who will take a flag and earn high fame?"

Everyone is set, they all span out,
Hoping to be the first one to shout,
"I found a flag! Gather to me!"
And with it the city's lauds and glory.

It's a race of geography and wits
To find a flag and where it sits.
Further more to plant and defend,
Before enemy fighters do descend.

Be the city with the highest score,
Your fame and reknown will soar.
Bragging rights are yours for years,
Until another CTF is hailed with cheers.

- Chryseas Ashaela
Ty Beirdd's Seeker of Harmony
Dean of the Academie of Fine Arts


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Glacian, in the year 537 AF.