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MadrikVale
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 Posted: Sun, Apr 14 2013, 0:31 AM |
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Joined: 14 May 2009
Location: Evanston, Wyoming
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Erected by a long stake, a squared plank is posted just outside North Cordor within the Amia Frontier, facing the path when exited Cordorian territory. The following words are roughly carved into the wood:
The hour spins without thou.
Doth their gods owe the soul to by thine breaths gasp?
O embracer, deny thumbs bitten and what slain poets have written,
For our love we speak, we must speak low.
Let the north march through the thistle; be free, proud south.
Let the south trek the wood; be unburdened, good north.
And fain my boots rooted in the center whilst petty foils feedeth.
And within my ivory, thou be encased.
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