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| - A poem by Fisher kel Tath. "I walked the winding path down into the valley,Where low stone walls divided the farms and holdsAnd each measured plot had its place in the schemeThat all who lived there well understood,To guide their travels and hails in the dayAnd lend a familiar hand in the darkest nightBack to home’s door and the dancing dogs.I walked until called up short by an old manWho straightened from work in challenge,And smiling to fend his calculation and judgement,I asked him to tell me all he knewOf the lands to the west, beyond the vale,And he was relieved to answer that there were cities,Vast and teeming with all sorts of strangeness,And a king and feuding priesthoods and once,He told me, he saw a cloud of dust flung upBy the passing of an army, off to battleSomewhere, he was c
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| - A poem by Fisher kel Tath. "I walked the winding path down into the valley,Where low stone walls divided the farms and holdsAnd each measured plot had its place in the schemeThat all who lived there well understood,To guide their travels and hails in the dayAnd lend a familiar hand in the darkest nightBack to home’s door and the dancing dogs.I walked until called up short by an old manWho straightened from work in challenge,And smiling to fend his calculation and judgement,I asked him to tell me all he knewOf the lands to the west, beyond the vale,And he was relieved to answer that there were cities,Vast and teeming with all sorts of strangeness,And a king and feuding priesthoods and once,He told me, he saw a cloud of dust flung upBy the passing of an army, off to battleSomewhere, he was certain, in the chilly south,And so I gleaned all that he knew, and it was not much,Beyond the vale he had never been, from birthUntil now, he had never known and had,Truth to tell, never been for thus it isThat the scheme transpires for the low kindIn all places in all times and curiosity lies unhonedAnd pitted, although he gave breath enough to askWho I was and how had I come here and whereMy destination, leaving me to answer with fading smile,That I was bound for the teeming cities yet must needsPass first through here and had he yet noticedThat his dogs were lying still on the ground,For I had leave to answer, you see, that I am come,Mistress of Plague and this, alas, was proofOf a far grander scheme." ―Poliel’s LeaveFisher kel Tath
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