Quotes and Poetry from the Blackengorge World
We depart as ambassadors for The Islands, let us bring hope to those who thought their brothers lost, let us show the best of those who fled over sea, and let us keep our weapons at the ready for any man, goblin or beast who would try stop us bringing our brothers home.
Hold! The trained eye takes the first step. Is that not a saying in the rogues’ guild, Zero? I for one am staying right here until I am satisfied there is no risk of walking into something we might not like. That takes trained eyes and that means you are guarding the door, Tradden.
C’mon, you. Orders, you know. I don’t particularly want to go scout on up ahead either, but orders are orders. You know, secret orders. We don’t need to go far, just up the trail a bit — see what’s there, and then report back. Not long.
As long as there are no wolves. Or goblins.
Or kobolds, or spiders.
Or ghouls or dragons.
Never let it be said that an Uhlit does not pay when it comes to his round!
Superb! Out of interest, who actually paid?
That fellow over there.
The horns! The horns!
Flames are released to
Heal the riven,
Alighting the fire
Unhidden and bared
By the warden,
Through shadows of black
Flow the circles.
The last of the last
’Til pearls of the blood
An oath to fulfil
By the eagle,
The chains of the eye
They can keep their eyes on me as much as they like — they won’t catch me again. Five days I’ve been down here, just for taking one small gemstone. It’s not as though that pilgrim wanted it any more, he left it in the offering stone. I do not regret taking it, regardless of what Piter says. The tributes that are left every day are fair game, I say. If the idiots wish to leave them as they take the Flame Road west then so be it. I shall be more careful that I am not seen in future, though. No sense in getting caught again. I’ll bring stuff down here and bury it in the mud wall. The rest of the contubernium aren’t bad lads, but they don’t appear to be too bright. I shouldn’t have much difficulty.
Whosoever left the orb was a fool! Even the orichalcum it is made from is worth a fortune, never mind the secrets it holds. I have in my hands the beginnings of an understanding I would never have had if I had been posted in Kiris Dahn, or that godsforsaken pit Dunbaradrun. It is destiny that I should find it here. I will gladly take it, unlock its secrets, then I will be free to pay my way out of this infernal debt and return home. I will not regret leaving the insufferable colleagues I thought I was damned to spend years with. They have no ambition, no thoughts of their own, content to man their posts and wave and smile at the pilgrims as they pass by, offering them shelter and hospitality. Pitiful.
Tonight I finally split the orb revealing wonders within. A platolabe I think it is called — I seemed to know as soon as it opened. How beautiful it is inside. How the borders between shadow and fey, elemental chaos and astral, and our own world are so close. How one could just reach out and touch them if only one had the key. I will watch the movements of the platolabe, its intricate design, and when the time is right, I shall reach out and turn that key.
Ceaseless surge and swell, halted by stone
When oft bouncèd back, more they did bind
Great goblin and kin, sent out a groan
With riot raised high, time was resigned
Device is devised, he to direct
Cover the circles, cut out the eye
Flames at the frontline, fear to infect
Send out the scion, over the sky
Dispatch the device, discord was met
Ayver wipes the wheel, the wards all wept
Sorcerer’s spellfire, black walls are set
Last Legion’s order, lone standard kept
Device brings despair, horde to scatter
Marshal the moment, morals are key
Flames for the fallen, forge to shatter
By fire of freedom, the last boats flee
But the swarm did swell, reprisal swift
The walls do weaken, Moradin’s wane
Encircle the ends, eagle adrift
Sire of the scion, in the end slain
Friends, we have come a long way and defeated many foes. I will not say the rest of our journey will be easy but we have the strength and mettle to succeed. Onwards to the Nentir Vale!