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<blockquote data-quote="Bhryn" data-source="post: 2796357" data-attributes="member: 36462"><p><em>There is no wind to mark the note appearing between one breath and the next, but the familiar tang of steel and blood marks the letter and upon the air a withering scent of ripened oranges and sandalwood. The scent lingers despite other winds that might blow through the area, sparkling with vitality and oppressive with memory.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The note left is on pale cream parchment, thick and crackled with age and touched on one side as if cut neatly from a gilded diary. The writing is in dark ink, not dark as to be black but a deep brown. In umber cursive and the straight points of a particular handwriting more suited to foreign, flowing runes is writ:</em></p><p></p><p>There was a dream in a distant land</p><p>A tale of swords, a tale of woe;</p><p>A hero stood tall and shining</p><p>With a thousand journeys yet to go.</p><p>The hero didn't know the path yet</p><p>Nor knew the portents in the air.</p><p>But down one road footsteps took him</p><p>Without worry, without care.</p><p></p><p><em>What lands, saw he, in his journey?</em></p><p><em>Fair maidens with their blushing grace</em></p><p><em>Or sights to set the heart pounding</em></p><p><em>With sunlight touching on his face?</em></p><p><em>Did he find the dream ascending</em></p><p><em>Or was it just hope descending?</em></p><p></p><p>There was a girl upon a mountain</p><p>Who sat and watched the world go by;</p><p>And admired the effortless clouds</p><p>That sang with freedom in the sky.</p><p>One day she took up a heavy title</p><p>And with the sword there came the war;</p><p>The heroine waded in bloodshed</p><p>To fight for her Lord God's cause.</p><p></p><p><em>But in the moments of steel clashing</em></p><p><em>Was doubt and silence to cut her soul;</em></p><p><em>A fragment of bitter failure</em></p><p><em>To splice the beauty of her whole.</em></p><p><em>To press on when her heart is broken</em></p><p><em>To Gods; her life a meaningless token.</em></p><p></p><p>In the shivering silent sigh</p><p>That marked the night as it came down,</p><p>He made a living where none would look</p><p>And earned only a darker frown.</p><p>With fretful hands he steals and gathers</p><p>What cannot be bargained or yet bought;</p><p>With shining coins, laugh of Tymora</p><p>He weighs his life in fragile thought.</p><p></p><p><em>Where comes the knife to end his scourging?</em></p><p><em>Will tomorrow be his final rest?</em></p><p><em>A lonely sleep with nightmares howling</em></p><p><em>To break at day, is the best.</em></p><p><em>Murder might be their intention</em></p><p><em>But survival is his best discretion.</em></p><p></p><p>She is the mother and the daughter</p><p>Locked in a grove of flowers and light;</p><p>Where angels come to heal their sorrow</p><p>And others come to ward the night.</p><p>Flora springs in her every step</p><p>A dance of toes and flittering twirls;</p><p>Earth-mother, druid and friend of nature</p><p>Cares for every boy or girl.</p><p></p><p><em>But when the forest fire is calling</em></p><p><em>With vicious strike from heaven sent;</em></p><p><em>The animals will weep with anger</em></p><p><em>To focus her righteous, fury bent.</em></p><p><em>Sweep aside those, who for war, hunger</em></p><p><em>Even if that means they breathe no longer.</em></p><p></p><p>Every tale is recorded down</p><p>From graceful pen to crackling sheet;</p><p>A turning sweep of letters determine</p><p>When and how your lifelline beats.</p><p>Are you the mage, so lucky and carefree?</p><p>Or maybe the Heroine with a bloody heart?</p><p>Perhaps the thief who cowers in shadows-</p><p>Or the caring soul who rises to her part?</p><p></p><p><em>Whatever the sweep of the pen decides</em></p><p><em>It is recorded as the tale of your Life.</em></p><p></p><p>*is is signed, simply* <strong>B.</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Bhryn, post: 2796357, member: 36462"] [i]There is no wind to mark the note appearing between one breath and the next, but the familiar tang of steel and blood marks the letter and upon the air a withering scent of ripened oranges and sandalwood. The scent lingers despite other winds that might blow through the area, sparkling with vitality and oppressive with memory. The note left is on pale cream parchment, thick and crackled with age and touched on one side as if cut neatly from a gilded diary. The writing is in dark ink, not dark as to be black but a deep brown. In umber cursive and the straight points of a particular handwriting more suited to foreign, flowing runes is writ:[/i] There was a dream in a distant land A tale of swords, a tale of woe; A hero stood tall and shining With a thousand journeys yet to go. The hero didn't know the path yet Nor knew the portents in the air. But down one road footsteps took him Without worry, without care. [i]What lands, saw he, in his journey? Fair maidens with their blushing grace Or sights to set the heart pounding With sunlight touching on his face? Did he find the dream ascending Or was it just hope descending?[/i] There was a girl upon a mountain Who sat and watched the world go by; And admired the effortless clouds That sang with freedom in the sky. One day she took up a heavy title And with the sword there came the war; The heroine waded in bloodshed To fight for her Lord God's cause. [i]But in the moments of steel clashing Was doubt and silence to cut her soul; A fragment of bitter failure To splice the beauty of her whole. To press on when her heart is broken To Gods; her life a meaningless token.[/i] In the shivering silent sigh That marked the night as it came down, He made a living where none would look And earned only a darker frown. With fretful hands he steals and gathers What cannot be bargained or yet bought; With shining coins, laugh of Tymora He weighs his life in fragile thought. [i]Where comes the knife to end his scourging? Will tomorrow be his final rest? A lonely sleep with nightmares howling To break at day, is the best. Murder might be their intention But survival is his best discretion.[/i] She is the mother and the daughter Locked in a grove of flowers and light; Where angels come to heal their sorrow And others come to ward the night. Flora springs in her every step A dance of toes and flittering twirls; Earth-mother, druid and friend of nature Cares for every boy or girl. [i]But when the forest fire is calling With vicious strike from heaven sent; The animals will weep with anger To focus her righteous, fury bent. Sweep aside those, who for war, hunger Even if that means they breathe no longer.[/i] Every tale is recorded down From graceful pen to crackling sheet; A turning sweep of letters determine When and how your lifelline beats. Are you the mage, so lucky and carefree? Or maybe the Heroine with a bloody heart? Perhaps the thief who cowers in shadows- Or the caring soul who rises to her part? [i]Whatever the sweep of the pen decides It is recorded as the tale of your Life.[/i] *is is signed, simply* [b]B.[/b] [/QUOTE]
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