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Diary of Rothlung Blacktowers

16th & 17th of Winterfilth, The She-Elf Reckoning

16th of Winterfilth

Even now, as I write, the anger stirs again beneath my ribs.

Where is the sun when I stand in the rain?
I search for my glove on the Roses Way
a single cloud, I have no say?
Kept warm and dried by the winds of May.

Or another time
walked up to me, a gurl I had never seen.
She kissed my cheek, a snickering tree
Her dare that I have been

Ma’s neighbor friend, some friend to all
hugged me as she cried.
Later on, a cake, someone’s gift of balm
we both carried in the night.

"Just take another step. Sometimes, that's all you can do, my sunshine. Is to just keep stepping."

A poem Syllea wrote in dedication of Egfor, someone she is growing fond of and feels she is gaining a friendship with.

A strong man,

From the outside.

But full of sorrow and grief,

(Includes a death. The following story takes place mostly in the year TA3012)

Orcs... There were orcs swarming all over the camp. They had come seemingly out of nowhere, the detachment had gone from calmly setting up their camp to fighting for their very lives, with Neth barking out orders in the thick of battle

"Form up! Form up and close ranks! They're just Orcs! We've fought them off before!"

Wrong. This was wrong. Why was she drinking something she enjoyed? It wasn't fair. 

Not fair to drink when they could no longer taste beverages which they enjoyed. 

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

[This post has been removed by the author. If you wish to read it, please contact me directly.]