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Post by mysteriousstranger on Aug 11, 2010 9:32:15 GMT -5
A poem has been copied out many times in a messy hand and fastened to noticeboards and as many other legal places to stick signs in Cormyr as possible, particularly around Greatgaunt, Valkur's Roar, Suzail, Skullcrag, Espar and Waymoot. Those that aren't fixed to anything are left on inn tables for public enjoyment.
Sweet lips
Onemi's sweet lips make me weak at the knees my heart skips beats to make me say please. My own lips tremble at the thought of the bliss that can only come from her sweet kiss The fire in her eyes sets my heart ablaze With that fire it seems my mind is crazed. All I want to do is call her name and hope beyond hope that she feels the same Onemi Onemi I love you so and I don't ever want to let you go I'm adrift on the darkest sea, without you there to anchor me I need to hold you oh so tight through the darkness of the night. No one but you could be so sweet, The one who has swept me from my feet. Sweet Corellon crowns your head, I really want you in my bed.
The poems are signed with a very messy illegible scribble that could suffice as any number of letters, or some weird gibberish language.
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Post by lakhena on Aug 11, 2010 17:35:03 GMT -5
Copies of a singular poem begin to slowly appear in all the places where the other poems are posted, placed up by a raven-haired moon elf who looks highly amused...
Promises, Promises
Harken, sweet bard without a name Step forth and rightfully your prize claim But pray tell me how will I know tis you How might I tell the false from the true?
Oh, how my heart fills with sorrow That your true name I do not know The scribbles that you leave behind Will not help me true love find.
Without your promised kisses I must remain Like a desert parched and waiting for the rain Until you reveal yourself for all the world to see And then take what you want of me…
-- The Owner of the Sweet Lips
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Post by Lady Frost on Aug 12, 2010 12:27:49 GMT -5
Shaestra approaches the board with a weary expression; the long day of study slowly wearing on her. As her eyes squint and focus on the letter her expression softens. She raises her right hand and places it upon the parchment, speaking a quiet prayer to Selûne for a bit of guidance in the two meeting. After lowering her hand she lets out a relaxing breath and smiles as she makes her way back towards her studies.
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