One: The Unsung Hero

[ski_king3 0]

Poems are hung throughout the Citadel, their source unclear. All that is written on the parchment is the title and poem beneath, ink not yet dried as they hang.

 

 

 

One: The Unsung Hero

Mali, you remember the lion's roar?

The roar that nearly tore this silver hall.

Whether you were unborn, near or far,

Know that this elf, down to his very core,

Sought to stop what has become our downfall.

Do not forget the wise elf, Nelecar.

 

Edited November 16, 2015 by Darth Revan (Maruthir)

[Yuln 265]

Yuln begins the long and tedious process of systematically destroying all supposed poems. "Nelecar was a fool."

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

Orsino reads the poem in his bachelor pad in Haelun'or, he'd smile "I think I'll name my son Nelecar, that ought to stir up some controversy."

[Caelria 2619]

Kelthran plucked one off the wall, sighing gently as he did. He read over the note before sliding it into his pocket.

 

Upon his return home, he strode up to his office - withdrawing his 'political statements' drawer. "Another one for the poetry section..." he uttered, sifting it into the vanilla parchment folder labeled 'political poetry'.

 

Going out to find the poems' varied locations for future record, he found the Frost Witch frantically tearing down posters. Only three words escaped his lips as he stared at the dark artist's display. "...For what purpose?"

[Yuln 265]

Yuln doesn't even look at Kelthran "I was bored and needed stuff to do."

[Caelria 2619]

Kelthran simply stared, shrugging his shoulders gently out of sight as the witch continued her duties - though she no doubt heard the audible sigh. "Perhaps re-design the lacking outer edge of the city that our beloved Maheral took upon himself to give us? There are plenty of government tasks that you could be busying yourself with. Write a book. brainstorm your nomination for me in the coming Tilurir'Mali election. Anything would be better than attacking innocent posters."

 

He held his finger out, running it along the walls - still sticky with the adhesive coating used to hold the parchment in place. "In either case I hope you have someone set aside to wipe away the adhesive. It dries into a white gooey slick, and it's quite unsightly on the stone." He marked each of the locations in his mind, saving the information for his folder, and continued onwards - leaving the cannibalistic monster to her destructive ways.

[Yuln 265]

When the day gets old, Yuln stops and heads up the Citadel to her house in the clocktower to finish up the designs for the mages parliament building.

[Catostrophy 111]

Underneath a single copy of the poster-poems, there is a little piece of folded paper. Upon it is a small poem written in a neat, cursive handwriting.

"Poetry for Poetry.

I remember the Lion's roar,
the one that did tear this silver hall.
Throughout our city, near and far,
he drove his madness to our very core,
over a tenuous issue in our nation's law,
do not forget the rabid elf Nelecar."

[Elad™ 560]

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