Storm's Return

[mmat 7460]

In an almost empty tavern in the centre of Owynswood, a bloodied man sits alone at a table in the corner, writing on a piece of parchment with a staunch look on his face, sighing every so often, the quill flashing over the page and making that nice scratching noise, bringing him a solitary smile.

 

"Athera and it's hills of gold
In blackened, mournful times of old.
Did once, a malevolent horror hold.
From the creator's children did spring
with war and death, a monstrous thing
His name, Maric, the Storm King.

His thunder felt echoed across the land
and those who dared to follow him would stand
against their former Kingdom, firsthand.

A castle, grand, his walled domain
Such a mighty work symbolized his reign
but it would fall, it's people in chains.

But times changed, the eternal king died
his fury spent in wars gone by
the Storm slept beneath the snow, In relief, the world had sighed.

But by some malevolent hand, he had been taken,
and by some twisted voice, he, awakened..."

 

When the last words of the poem were written, the filthy faced man, with a scar on its right side looks it over again. He leans back on his chair, taking a well earned rest, his hand shaking.

[Heff 2460]

The Constable of Adria looks queerly at the man. "Are ye okay sir?"

[Dohvi 622]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.