__WaterFox__ 636 Share Posted October 4, 2016 A paper would be resting on a table at the Nightinggale Tavern. The hand writing lopped off to one side, as if the writer were bored and not really paying attention. "In an age long past We stood tall We stood strong We stood proud Blood spilled and blood divided We stumbled We wavered We bowed Blood spilled and blood divided We faded We accepted We were nothing Wounds healing and blood still divided We shook We gathered We looked ahead Wounds healing and blood still divided We rose We spoke We existed Wounds healed? Blood no longer divided? We can call ourselves ker " 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Remyy 952 Share Posted October 4, 2016 "Well ****. That's depressing..." A Black Elf remarked 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brokenhelix 145 Share Posted October 4, 2016 Jayce's crimson eyes look over the poem, his lips turning downwards in a frown as his mind wanders Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BonesOfTheEarth 2252 Share Posted October 5, 2016 2 hours ago, Kenzi The Demon (Kry) said: A Black Elf I am proud Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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