Times are a'changin.
My tired eyes 'ave seen the rise of cities; the crimson soaked death of armies. An yet I live. Ive hefted a sword for many a lourde, as I am a small man and ne'er ment fer lordship.
I haff witnessed a most curious event. My guild of TUR an I, were out huntin, we was.
I am headin back to repair me blade, fer a dead blade is a dead man. When I saws a fire ins the skyes. A reddish orange glow it was, as I stand here today. Heddin straight for me home.
I thought o' danger and my sworn charges, I chased this damnded danger to the steps.
And lo!!!!
It was a byrd. So purty and deadly I stopped. It walked in the tower. I had no choice, mind ye, but to follow.It was surrounded by little fires from wings to talons it was.
In a voice so hard, and well... like the way me an me men just thinks of 'n one thing in combat, focused, thats the word.
It talked! Names of Atross, it calls itself .
It said it was an... embarrasment,, no!
Embassary of its clan: Clan Red Feathers. It says its gonna help us to defeat the Red Liche. And Lord Akron and Hoyt the murderer.
It says it is trained to defeat this liche, It says it wants ta look over the land its promised to protect: I haff picked up a bit of soothsay in me travels an I know the words so's I gate it to Yew Abbey. Some peoples try to attack it, as it is red as the day is long. I find out that the guards protect it and kill all hounds of glory. Though I am glared at for bringin a vile red into town.I aints popular for this
But Im a sword sell, I follow orders, I donts make em.
Real close in time me guildmates follow behind.. the byrd marvels at Yew, tho I cannot guess why, for I haff seen the massive sun bleached gates of Trinsic, an bled witihn. Now thats a city!
Anyways, Its starts a talkin, how its his fault We errr all in troubles: I tells him troubles are what you do with em ans I get ayes around the boards. But This emmm embassary he donts listen. He tells us that we are in great damger, thats we will wish for peace afters the attacks to come.
A group gathers to listen, most of em think its just plain screwy an leave. It asks for the mayor of Yew an Clan Red William of Order of Dragons.
I try to gets em but cant, they juss dont lissen to us turnip farmers. Ne'er will..
Yew mayor shows up, a fine stout lass, Mythra is her name. But mind ye I was off fetchin red William an I cant tell ya what they courtsied about,
What I know is this, son. Times are a changin! I saw Jou'nar die with mine own eyes. I saw his evil escape. I thought we were past the damned evilness. And now I sleep with my back againat the wall, holdin mine worn sword like a babies bottle.. I sweat in my armor, And I canna' remember what I dream.
Ocelot of TUR
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