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Sadly, Lunarion was killed successfully defending the walls of Hoellor from monsters. The library is now maintained by his brother, Mordred Lefanis. | Sadly, Lunarion was killed successfully defending the walls of Hoellor from monsters. The library is now maintained by his brother, Mordred Lefanis. | ||
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These are small scraps of letters, painstakingly gathered and arranged for Beluaterra to read. | These are small scraps of letters, painstakingly gathered and arranged for Beluaterra to read. | ||
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As the skies blaze with anger | |||
And the oceans thirst for blood | |||
The lands tremble in anticipation | |||
For who here can stem the flood | |||
As the Beasts stir from their forests | |||
And the Daimons take flight on the wing | |||
The Dead awake from their slumber | |||
And only one can stand separating | |||
The prophets speak of treachery | |||
And the unity in diversity forlorn | |||
But man knows only selfish quarrel | |||
While the fabric of their empire is shorn | |||
And in the time of their darkest hour | |||
Man will scatter to seek refuge and shelter | |||
From the impending hatred, fear and anger | |||
Choosing one above the other | |||
But know that there is no peace for the dead | |||
Yet glory can be found on the battlefield | |||
And some find purpose fighting for a cause | |||
Yet men are oblivious to the powers they wield | |||
So make haste those that kindle the fire | |||
For the hope in man is but a flickering flame | |||
And when extinguished their claims expire | |||
Then Beluaterra Isle will hold true to her name | |||
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Revision as of 11:27, 8 August 2010
The tomes stored in its halls are widely regarded as the comprehensive guides to the fourth invasion of Beluaterra.
Sadly, Lunarion was killed successfully defending the walls of Hoellor from monsters. The library is now maintained by his brother, Mordred Lefanis.
Library
These are small scraps of letters, painstakingly gathered and arranged for Beluaterra to read.
As the skies blaze with anger
And the oceans thirst for blood
The lands tremble in anticipation
For who here can stem the flood
As the Beasts stir from their forests
And the Daimons take flight on the wing
The Dead awake from their slumber
And only one can stand separating
The prophets speak of treachery
And the unity in diversity forlorn
But man knows only selfish quarrel
While the fabric of their empire is shorn
And in the time of their darkest hour
Man will scatter to seek refuge and shelter
From the impending hatred, fear and anger
Choosing one above the other
But know that there is no peace for the dead
Yet glory can be found on the battlefield
And some find purpose fighting for a cause
Yet men are oblivious to the powers they wield
So make haste those that kindle the fire
For the hope in man is but a flickering flame
And when extinguished their claims expire
Then Beluaterra Isle will hold true to her name
- - Annaej Urominiel