Anonymous Poetry
Oct 27, 2014 7:10:00 GMT
Post by SeanS on Oct 27, 2014 7:10:00 GMT
Left pinned to the bulletin board, hidden behind some notices for adventurers, was a sheet of fine parchment with two stanzas of what seemed to be the beginning of a much large poem. They were written in Elven, with translations offered in Velithri.
And as the flames rose to great height
And as the flames rose to great height
Chasing away the darkness of night
Eruadan's ghost rose from his grave
To take from the rich what the poor gave
He haunted those who lost their touch
And stole from those who took too much
For some forgot that there was a price to pay
For living their lives their own way
To take from the rich what the poor gave
He haunted those who lost their touch
And stole from those who took too much
For some forgot that there was a price to pay
For living their lives their own way
The piece of parchment was unsigned. But was is origin of the piece? Was it the work of someone who loved the romantic spirit of the noble outlaw? Was it meant for public eyes? Was it deliberately obscured among the various calls for mercenaries? Perhaps time will tell.
