The Tale of Ser Abraham

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The Tale of Ser Abraham

11th of Jula ag Piov, 422 E.S.

 

[!] A portrait of Ser Abraham in mounted reconaissance. 

 

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A poem, commissioned by Ser Abraham Rutledge 'The Faithful', first Southeron Knight of Haense, depicting his epic and heroic knight's trial involving a battle between the brave squire and a deadly bear made of twisted flesh.

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I move through these woods at a snail's pace,

Carefully scanning the terrain, looking for any trace.

Then there, in the distance, a shadowy figure loomed

Eyes, solid white, trapped behind, cries of the doomed.

So I readied my spear and prepared to fight in this eerie place.

 

Eyes survey my surroundings, deciding the best maneuver,

Knuckles grew white around my spear before I moved to skewer.

Flesh like vines, blood like rope, they slither and contort.

The massive bear shape, a normal man’s courage it would abort.

Yet I am not a man, I will be a knight, to slay is the task of a squire.

 

I hurled my spear in hopes to wound, yet it was to no avail.

For it was engulfed, then shot back out, nearly missing my tail.

The daemonic beast roared as I let out a water blast.

Yet this only proved to upset the monstrosity, it ran to me fast.

Snapped down on my atronach arm, and shredded my mail.

 

Even as this entity did consume me, I still battled with might,

Even as this entity did choke me, I didn’t lose the fight.

For in this tense moment, I shoved the willow bottle down its throat.

In an instant, there was a boom, I wore his guts like a coat.

Despite armour and limb destroyed, I traveled home, a knight.

 

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[!] A portrait of bearesque monstrosity.

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Signed,

Borris Iver Kortrevich

Battle-Bard

[1_Language_1 1671]

         Ser Abraham is satisfied at how Boris told the story of the deadly bear, shuddering mentally at the reminder of the agonistic screams of damned souls that came from the bear's aura. He is sure glad that he disposed of the head.

 

      "At least now something is written, perhaps people will be careful."

 

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