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Feast of Urrem’tier

(Crossing, Zoluren: 98 Lirisa 354)

This poem was inspired by what occured in the lute room below the Crossing during the first attack of the Gorbesh. Those of you who were not there, thank the Gods many times over.

The silence weighs upon my heart,
My mind is cramped with fear.
In the depths of my consciousness
I sense the end is near.

A whisper in the shadows.
A glint of polished steel.
I despairingly prepare
To be the Scorpion’s next meal.

Battle rages, blinding chaos
I see the Keeper’s mordant leer.
I gave my life to end this strife
At the Feast of Urrem’tier.


 

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Baresh started working at the Wren’s Nest when it first opened in 349AL. He’s been hearing the news and pouring drinks ever since then.