Modd
03-02-2024, 05:07 PM
The final bards tale passed down from Itunz to Modd to You!
In a time when peace was thought to reign supreme
In this land where wisdom and knowledge did gleam,
It came to pass some years later that a small group of Erudites
Discovered the lost art of Necromancy with frightening insight.
The heretics they were branded without any doubt;
Their actions brought anger and fear throughout the clout.
A great conflict arose, as if a mighty wave had rolled,
First time in years, the Erudites felt their hearts grow cold.
They engaged in a civil war far from what they used to know,
Not using swords or bows but magic fiery and aglow;
The land was torn apart by the terrible forces unleashed,
And lives were lost with each passing day as hatred increased.
The Erudite heretics, now forced to flee their home,
Found refuge in Odus' southern regions, where they could roam.
With every passing day, their wounds seemed to fester and grow deep;
The war between them and the Erudites continued, never finding sleep.
In one final battle that shook the very foundation of the earth,
Mystic energies burst forth without any hint of mirth.
An immense hole leading down to depths unknown was created in wake,
Leaving a scar on their land for everyone's heart to ache.
This chasm, as it came to be known, was where the heretics built Paineel,
A city hidden away from prying eyes that wished them ill.
While anger and hatred still festered within both sides,
Kept further conflict at bay as they tried to hide.
The Age of Turmoil had fallen upon Erudin's once-peaceful soul;
Torn apart by the heretics and the price that they stole,
They paid dearly for delving into a darkness forbidden and unknown,
A chasm within the earth and in their hearts forever shown.
For centuries now the conflict has raged on without respite,
No clear winner ever emerging from this constant fight;
The Erudites and heretics continue to clash, tearing at each other's core,
As they stand on the edge of a never-ending war.
The Age of Turmoil continues to ripple through the years,
Leaving scars upon the land and hearts full of fears;
A constant reminder that even in wisdom's greatest halls,
Darkness can rise, shattering the peace like fragile glass walls.
In a time when peace was thought to reign supreme
In this land where wisdom and knowledge did gleam,
It came to pass some years later that a small group of Erudites
Discovered the lost art of Necromancy with frightening insight.
The heretics they were branded without any doubt;
Their actions brought anger and fear throughout the clout.
A great conflict arose, as if a mighty wave had rolled,
First time in years, the Erudites felt their hearts grow cold.
They engaged in a civil war far from what they used to know,
Not using swords or bows but magic fiery and aglow;
The land was torn apart by the terrible forces unleashed,
And lives were lost with each passing day as hatred increased.
The Erudite heretics, now forced to flee their home,
Found refuge in Odus' southern regions, where they could roam.
With every passing day, their wounds seemed to fester and grow deep;
The war between them and the Erudites continued, never finding sleep.
In one final battle that shook the very foundation of the earth,
Mystic energies burst forth without any hint of mirth.
An immense hole leading down to depths unknown was created in wake,
Leaving a scar on their land for everyone's heart to ache.
This chasm, as it came to be known, was where the heretics built Paineel,
A city hidden away from prying eyes that wished them ill.
While anger and hatred still festered within both sides,
Kept further conflict at bay as they tried to hide.
The Age of Turmoil had fallen upon Erudin's once-peaceful soul;
Torn apart by the heretics and the price that they stole,
They paid dearly for delving into a darkness forbidden and unknown,
A chasm within the earth and in their hearts forever shown.
For centuries now the conflict has raged on without respite,
No clear winner ever emerging from this constant fight;
The Erudites and heretics continue to clash, tearing at each other's core,
As they stand on the edge of a never-ending war.
The Age of Turmoil continues to ripple through the years,
Leaving scars upon the land and hearts full of fears;
A constant reminder that even in wisdom's greatest halls,
Darkness can rise, shattering the peace like fragile glass walls.