A Leaf-Bound Journal

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Within the leaf-pressed covers of this journal are a great many pages containing poetry, music and paintings, their order not necessarily chronological.

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The Great Storm overtakes Ephia's Well
Hziran 25, 7787

Upon my approach to Ephia's Well I saw a great storm appear upon the horizon. I took shelter and before I sealed my cave I looked out towards the vague shape in the distance. I did not know if it would still be there when the storm passed.

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A thought in the morning's gloom
When the tears we cry are shed
They fall 'pon the ash we tread
And there, desert flowers bloom.

Untitled,
Narwen Alendiel

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Approaching Hufaidh
Tammuz 7, 7787

From Qadiri we set sail across the Sea of Pearls, our destination the mysterious Island of Hufaidh.

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The Great Sea Bleeds
Wherein All Things Begin
Nisah 14, 7785

Together we set out from the Spring with hope held in our hearts. We were kinband, united in our hearts and our purpose. We were family.

We observed that when viewed from a certain angle and certain light, the ash would turn maroon.

We strode through the blood stains of history.

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The Ecstatic Terrace arrives at Ephia's Well
The Great Storm is Quelled
Hziran 26, 7787

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Once there was
 and once more shall be.

Forever there was
 and forever more shall be.

Softly I sang
 and softly I shall sing to thee.

For here we roamed
 and here we shall roam again.

And here we loved
 and here we shall love again.

Once,
Narwen Alendiel

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The Water Barrier of Ynys Eilir
Adar 16, 7783

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Beneath the sun, beneath the moon, O the golden sands gleamed
And from the sands of Eiliris arose a silver stream

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Snorri Drank Twelve Ales

In a dark tavern where tales are told,
Lived a dwarf named Snorri, brave and bold.
He strode to the bar with a hearty glee,
A thirst for adventure and ales times three.

With a wink at the bartender, he cried,
"Pour me twelve ales, for I'm merry inside!
Let the golden liquid quench my thirst,
In these twelve ales, my worries dispersed."

The bartender obliged, with a sly grin,
A dozen ales poured, tall and thin.
Snorri raised his tankard with delight,
Drinking each ale, till the stars took flight.

In the first ale, he tasted pure bliss,
A symphony of flavors that he sorely missed.
The second brought warmth, like a crackling fire,
A liquid courage, fuel for desire.

With the third ale down, Snorri felt light,
His worries dispersed, as if taking flight.
The fourth brought laughter, a jovial sound,
As tales were spun, and friendships were bound.

But as the fifth ale touched his lips,
Snorri's vision blurred, his steps began to slip.
He stumbled and swayed, in a tipsy trance,
Yet his spirit soared, in a drunken dance.

The sixth and seventh ales unleashed his soul,
Filling him with tales, both wild and droll.
He sang bawdy songs and recited poetry,
In Snorri's world, there was only revelry.

By the eighth ale, he muttered and swayed,
His speech turned garbled, his mind astray.
But Snorri drank on, with a hearty cheer,
For in these ales, he found no fear.

The ninth and tenth ales brought a hazy delight,
In Snorri's mind, all was wondrously bright.
He danced on the tables, with a merry sway,
Lost in the enchantment, of the night's foray.

By the eleventh ale, his senses were muddled,
His speech a jumble, his thoughts befuddled.
Yet Snorri laughed, his heart full of cheer,
Drinking these ales, brought him no fear.

But alas, with the twelfth ale's potent spell,
Snorri's vision blurred, and he started to dwell.
In a land of dreams, a fantasy land,
Unable to grasp, what his senses couldn't understand.

When the sun arose, a new day begun,
Snorri awoke, his head weighed a ton.
He looked around, and saw the empty ales,
A reminder of the night's boisterous tales.

Though he drank twelve ales with a fervent might,
Snorri learned that excess should be taken light.
For in those ales, he found a momentary thrill,
But true joy in moderation, and balance, still.

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The Groknak Skull Banner
Ilul 27, 7787

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Wonder

We opened our eyes and saw many things

All of them new and wonderful

When we looked into the blessed waters

We saw the deepest mystery of all

We saw the wonder of ourselves



Qdim 28th, 7781

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The Curing of the Blood Plague
Qdim 16, 7787

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The Sand Gate, Commission
Tesin Hray 9, 7787