An Ode to Craft

[frvma 1014]

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[!] A simple, crumpled paper made its way on noticeboards throughout Aevos. The contents were short, yet carefully penned. A "poem" of some sorts.

 

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It sits and calls to me, oaken siren.

The call of clarity, that of craft.

To the craftsman, go the days of joy.

Relished in the suns of their running.

 

Oaken horse, carved and tarred. 

Made from hardwood. Calloused hands and splintered pores.

It rests, somewhere in the world. An act of kindness.

Inspiration–a maiden of wanton seduction.

Yet we engage. Married to her we all are.

 

Let the men and women of craft and hobby feel her caress to the end of days.

- M

[lemonke 6014]

"To fight well for honor and courage. One ought to understand what we fight for—to never forgo one's mortality and feelings—to remain grounded on the land of the people we shield."

 

An arch-templar spoke as she read the missive; a smile was tucked on her lips whilst she imparted her lesson. She seemed pleased with how the task was completed. She lifted her weapon and sought to prepare a rite for the reward and ascension that will be eagerly bestowed upon M.

 

"You did well, young canonist. Hope your hands are bruised but stronger, your mind hurt but sharper. Your ascension is due."