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It's been a long time since I last posted on these forums, but I've been meaning to start again for some time. In the tradition of Kevin Andrew Murphy's Pathfinder Poetry, I wanted to add my own work to the mix.
This particular post, and those to follow, are about the lives of NPCs, from their journals and forgotten diaries. Here's the first. I hope you all enjoy.
From the journals of Telar, second son of Aer, servant to the Arclords
I’ve a gem behind my eyes,
Between the halves of my brain.
A birthright, a wonder of medicine,
A source of power.
With it I see distant shores,
And devils in black castles.
There’s my sister’s soul in the Wastes.
The lightning storms arc through her.
Her eyes are burning green.
My jewel’s a faded blue,
And rarely does she forgive my gaze.
At the edge of the deadlands,
Where my father could not find me,
I called her years ago.
I sought her, blue eyes straining.
The anger in the green faded slow
Gave way to something the gem wouldn’t see.
A flash of light; she was gone,
Black ash and emerald dust
Are all she left behind.