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Prose from a Realmsman III
People adapt to survive over time, making houses into homes. An Adventurer must adapt every day, as travels take them through jungles and caves, over waves of sand and salted water. I’m learning to be swift in pen and foot, so that I may cover all there is to see. No longer can I pretend I am an Adventurer with a destiny of glory, but onward still I travel. I am but an author offering my voice to the Realms. I will not shout the loudest, for all the secrets I’ve discovered exist to be tended. If you are reading these passages you must accept the task to keep our world beautiful.
Out the Woods, Once More
Embers snap with smouldering burrs
as thornbristles twist
and dried wood burns.
The denser the forest
the less there is sound.
The further you go
the less to be found.
Unless you go further,
further than most,
to find what wonders live
in Mother Grove.
Magics Returned
Spirits renewed
and a day’s journey ahead
I am on the edge of the natural world
From here on I walk hard-packed dirt by carts and mules
passing empty fields reaped by sharp sickles
not even a cloud in the sky
From a barren waste, I must pluck up the courage
to return to places where
the Realm feels lived in
and corrupted.
City Justice // A Proper Verbal Lashing
STOP!
YOU THIEF!
THERE!
YOU!
IN WHAT BLACK WATER POOL
DID YOUR WITCH MOTHER
BREW YOU?!
AND I HAVE TO YELL!
TURN AROUND!
GIVE BACK THE BREAD!
ALL YOUR BAD DECISIONS
HAVE GONE TO YOUR HEAD!
YOUR EARS ARE GETTING FAT
THAT’S WHY YOU CAN’T HEAR!
The boy did not stop.
Ran ‘round the corner,
right to his pops.
I’ll tell ya,
how disappointed I am.
I raised you to be better,
and not get caught.
But now you must run.
I’ll miss you, my boy
Go now, be quick
you must leave,
I hear the knights riding
but please leave the bread, son
your father is starving.
Injustice Delivered
Your unscrupulous tongue,
dOn’T pUNish ThE mAn
fOr ThE SInS oF ThE SoN.
I’ve had it with humanity
the people are sick
and what’s worse is the land of decay
we’ve left for our kids.
Do I Dare Follow Legends?
Father,
I’m alive. Blood does not flow through me but rushes! Oh what a quickened heart can do, I’m in the winds. I wasted no time absconding from the Realms, I heard talks of a citadel protected like a fortress, for it holds secrets unseen. There are spirits whispering answers to questions we haven’t thought to ask. I can taste the musty library from my time studying, the knowledge which rests is ancient and natural! They say no one has found it, or if they have they’ve never left as many have never returned. The map is long and will bring me home before I set out. I pray you to convince me not to follow through because if I remain in my ways I will set out for the citadel tonight!
Make haste,
Father!
I’m off.
Mountain Mouths
A system of tunnels
hidden in the high hills.
So a mountain mouth cave
will swallow you clean.
First I must hike
in order to descend
where daylight is valued less than soft stone
and legend is hidden among forgotten bones.
Rator
Down here
There are creatures that crawl
Slither
Snack upon flesh
With sharps claws that click
Clack
Tear apart and thresh
before consuming.
Coffin Caves
I’m buried alive,
a mountain of weight above my head
as I venture deeper into the Crypts.
My guide is a native
who lives subterranean
and knows his way through the inky black.
I hold a lantern
to illuminate low ceilings
and stay back my fears
of true dark.
Crack Stone Spills
The waters here are pure,
the liquid vitality of the world.
Deep beneath the calloused crust
I extinguish my flame before I immerse,
the coolness done in total,
and the darkness complete.
But in these pools life glows,
Algae has found its way of light
an Attunement I feel so distant from after my time in the city.
Perhaps I’ll stick around
And find my inner luminescence.
Contained
In hollow halls, my pilot of subterranea
tells me stories of those who have left the caves
and never returned.
A society safe from whatever it is we do above
has their own turmoil to deal with.
Staying away from trouble and turn in
can only protect you for so long.
Efforts Released
There is no light at the end of the tunnel,
exiting one created comfort,
when the day is still young.
I emerge from the catacombs,
a burial site hidden from the surface,
a place of worship within
a microcosm apart from what I knew.