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Post by dmimmersion on May 19, 2008 17:00:23 GMT -5
//occ: posted by player request
Left under the arch that holds up the massive dragon statue that faces out over the docks of Suzail is a leather parchment. Seems to be left there by some gray cloaked passerby who simply left it there with a rock to hold it down. By the time anyone had noticed what was on the parchment, the passerby was long gone, lost in the streets of the city.
It seems to have been written very carefully and with a flowing script.
Bones of old, Stones be told Living is for the jaded Out of time, Out of mind Old ways have been forgotten
Down is fox, Into the box Still hope will not waver To ocean swell, To dry well In balance we find a way
Love and trust, Hate and lust Mindful of prideless deed Useless are we, Till we are free Sable hands will break the collar
Tune of pipe, Tis raw and ripe Don freedom's blood stained coat Into the fray, All will pay Extremes must not win out
Under is painted the symbol of a foxes head in gray.
Under that seems to be a few more words, hastily written.
In first of firsts, Second of horizons
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