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The Tale of Ser Walton

6th of Jula ag Piov, 424 E.S.

 

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[!] A portrait of Ser Walton dawned in his armor.

 

A poem commissioned by Ser Walton, depicting his glorious hunt for a Prairie Dulk and the subsequent fight he had to endure. 

 

The head of a Prairie Dulk, nothing less.

I stalk them, carefully planning out every last move.

I set up a pitfall trap, to separate one is mine to trouve.

Keep it alone, leaving it with utter hopelessness.

 

The head of a Prairie Dulk, nothing less.

I attempt to frighten them, yet their stillness I did reprove.

So at them, I shot an arrow of fire, so the situation was to improve.

Finally, they disperse in a tizzy, overcome by senselessness.

 

The head of a Prairie Dulk, that is my goal.

I made noises to attract them from behind that thick shrub.

With haste, the mother did look around for her assumed cub. 

And into the pit she fell, she was now entrapped in the bowl.

 

The head of a Prairie Dulk, that is my task.

I climbed down in, weary of the tusks and the strength of the beast.

But that didn't pause my motion to mount it’s back.

Then, in a swift motion, brought my warhammer down on its casque.

 

Yet that is not the end of my story,

For in my distracted victory, another Dulk did find its way to me.

I was trampled, crushed as it drugged me around. Unable to get free.

But there was a calmness inside of me, so I did not worry.

 

In an instant, I smashed a bottle of Carron black upon its face,

Then let it ablaze with my torch that had been dropped.

Its movement came to a halt, the body then plopped.

And though my body was broken, I had the head of a Dulk, nothing less.

 

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[!] A portrait of an angry Prairie Dulk

Signed,

Sir Borris Iver Kortrevich,

Battle-Bard of the BSK and Court Poet

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An odd rider silently gazes over the poem, casting it to the side as he turns his steed around. A worthy warrior..?

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