*Posted in Edonil and L'Obsul tradehouse* Six was their number an adult-not a one. The Yath stood leering the service begun. Keen whips,sharp words drove them to their knees. Dread eyes flared red enraged with their pleas. Forefront stood Yath'Taller drunk on fey grace. Beauty incarnate not a mark on her face. Her gaze shot through them a bolt from a quiver. In despair and weakness dared one to shiver. The Yath surged forward eager to vent her wrath. A young male stood, moved to bar her path. She paused a moment her eyes going wide. "I was bred to protect her!". In defiance he cried. "Rebellions to be crushed, and you lacking strenth- shall be beaten with zeal, and xas at great lenth". So the beating began, and did not abate- till the body had stilled, her eyes drained of hate. So the sermon resumed, the Yaths temper lost- and a kneeling Jalil measured the cost. Defiance and weakness had wrought only woe. Her abban was now lost, the valiant Kroe. *Signed by Hael'irra, Lintharess ascendant Ussen D'Vhid*

*Somebody have Adjusted the posters in Edonil and L'obsul tradehouse*

Six was their number
an adult-not a one.

The Yath stood leering
the service begun.

Keen whips,sharp words
drove them to their knees.

Dread eyes flared red
enraged with their pleas.

Forefront stood Yath'Taller
drunk on fey grace.

Beauty incarnate
not a mark on her face.

Her gaze shot through them
a bolt from a quiver.

In despair and weakness
dared one to shiver.

The Yath surged forward
eager to vent her wrath.

A young male stood,
moved to bar her path.

She paused a moment
her eyes going wide.

"I was bred to protect her!".
In defiance he cried.

"Rebellions to be crushed,
and you lacking strenth-
shall be beaten with zeal,
and xas at great lenth".

So the beating began,
and did not abate-
till the body had stilled,
her eyes drained of hate.

So the sermon resumed,
the Yaths temper lost-
and a kneeling Jalil
measured the cost.

Defiance and weakness
had wrought only woe.

Her abban was now lost,
the valiant Kroe.


*Signed by Hael'irra, Lintharess ascendant Ussen D'Vhid*

/beautifully written. But you cannot put Two back-Spaces after another. It messes up.

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*posted some time after, and titled, 'The Nasadran'*


From ember’d ruin of Shimmered Web
The pair they took their flight

‘Neath snowy caps of Graypeak range
And through perpetual night

Many leagues and months they trod
In search of place to dwell

The vestige of a once proud race
That fiery fate befell

She wore locks like silver, spun
With flawless ebon face

A voice possessed of purest tone
Endowed with noble grace

He was grim and battle worn
His eyes both keen and bright

A shining blade he held aloft
In defiance of their plight

So, they came at last upon
A gate of fashioned steel

And bade the guard to let them pass
Their weariness to heal

Ere long they gained a quellar door
With oath of service sworn

Exalted ranks and accolades
And livery was worn

But council favor soon was lost
A curse upon them laid

With demons sent to smite the weak
Whose apathy repaid

The city, doomed, was laid to waste
Its gates cast down and bent

Water coursed through shaft and cave
And filled ‘til fury spent

Again, the two set foot upon
The dark and hidden path

Their quellar split by rift of wills
Dispersed through vengeful wrath

Then house reborn and built anew
But matron’s ire was earned

The one was heard in counsels deep
The other was but spurned

She, he held in high regard
His worth abated soon

Thoughts returned to Ched Nasad
When once he was a boon

Desire, at once, renewed his yearn
To gaze upon the site

Where long ago they did conspire
And vowed to rule the night

Thus, he went to search alone
Amid the ruined heap

For fervent sign of might restored
And promises to keep

Yet naught was found but ash and bone
No voices heard to call

Smoke still rose from twisted wreck
The reek of death, a pall

And so, he wanders ever since
With memories of yore

Devoted of a distant dream
To one he does adore

*Posted over the earlier missives*

My Shadow

My shadow does not judge me-
Its always by my side.
Aware of all my weaknesses-
And still it does abide.

It shares with me my mystery-
In it I do confide.
It hangs upon my every word-
And never does it chide.

My shadow dwells within the realm-
And dances in my wake.
And in the absence of the light-
We plunder our fair take.

So with cycle done all tasks complete, I lay my weary head-
You can bet your wicked ass on this..
The shadow shares my bed.