Fall Semester Approaches at Alizarin!
May 29, 2017 15:35:03 GMT -5
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on May 29, 2017 15:35:03 GMT -5
The well traveled pixie darts from tree to tree, dodging Bentin's hawk-like gaze. Upon reaching the notice board, it taps to it by all four corners a thick vellum sheet on Alizarin letterhead.
A call to the curious mage, the would-be sage, the willfully cloistered scholar and the obscurely gifted but beleaguered dungeon trawler; the Alizarin is here for you.
To the North and to West the mountains hold us in their care, to the East a bog dissuades those who would dare, to the South the sea and our navy stand to protect thee, and between Cormyr and those threats that know no traditional map-held vector, stand we.
Live not your life in fear and wonder at the unknown, suffer not the yoke of your curiosities alone, carry lonely your undeserved family curse no more, for that and more is what the Alizarin is for.
In the storied streets and canals of Marsember stands the jewel of the nation, to many an ill rhyming bard and poorly read mage we open door of salvation, A place where thought is free and wisdom abound, come to the shore of the Dragonmere and allow us to astound.
A new semester approaches, it shall be here in a blink, bring pencil, bring paper, and don't mind the bog's stink, be sure to take care, least you mistake, there's far more to Alizarin than those dull minded paladins think.
The gift-horse of enlightenment is here for your kind, don't look it in the mouth least you become its behind.
A poof of dust hangs in a stiff breeze as the pixie flutters off to the East.
A call to the curious mage, the would-be sage, the willfully cloistered scholar and the obscurely gifted but beleaguered dungeon trawler; the Alizarin is here for you.
To the North and to West the mountains hold us in their care, to the East a bog dissuades those who would dare, to the South the sea and our navy stand to protect thee, and between Cormyr and those threats that know no traditional map-held vector, stand we.
Live not your life in fear and wonder at the unknown, suffer not the yoke of your curiosities alone, carry lonely your undeserved family curse no more, for that and more is what the Alizarin is for.
In the storied streets and canals of Marsember stands the jewel of the nation, to many an ill rhyming bard and poorly read mage we open door of salvation, A place where thought is free and wisdom abound, come to the shore of the Dragonmere and allow us to astound.
A new semester approaches, it shall be here in a blink, bring pencil, bring paper, and don't mind the bog's stink, be sure to take care, least you mistake, there's far more to Alizarin than those dull minded paladins think.
The gift-horse of enlightenment is here for your kind, don't look it in the mouth least you become its behind.
A poof of dust hangs in a stiff breeze as the pixie flutters off to the East.
