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Post by longearmage on Dec 29, 2009 9:27:05 GMT -5
*posted with a minor cantrip that prevents removal (save by the intended recipient) as well as vandalism* The Elf Clad All in Green
For Isiolith
There is an elf, clad all in green
She walks the Hullack trails.
Serene and calm, she's rarely seen.
Like ghosts in old wives' tales.
She seems aloof, she seems apart
Yet her friends know her better.
To forests green she gives her heart
And her soul is quite unfettered.
Harken, friends, and now attend
My toast to her, to those who ward.
I offer my blade unto my friend
Until we find sweet harmony's chord.
Oh come, tired lady, sweet ranger green.
Show the world the forest's plight.
Your words, at least, should now be seen
Flora and fauna's unyielding knight.
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Post by qewaye on Dec 29, 2009 10:03:10 GMT -5
A green shape emerges from the trees, padding in soft, worn-out boots that have seen many roads...a pair of faintly-anxious green eyes lift to meet the parchment.
The eyes grow less worried and begin to sparkle...and a smile blazes out from under the hood.
"It seems the mark of a great bard is not just the beauty of his voice but knowing when to raise it in song...I must thank him...kindness is truly alive in the human heart."
The parchment is tucked into a safe pocket and the green shape melts back into the woods with renewed vigour...silently tracking a trail through it.
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Post by Munroe on Jan 2, 2010 16:35:31 GMT -5
OOC: This exceeds the scope of a cantrip. Cantrips have limited duration or utility. This description reflects neither. Please consider this in future when using "cantrips." *posted with a minor cantrip that prevents removal (save by the intended recipient) as well as vandalism* |
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