Posted around town
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Gloriously coloured posters appear in, or near, all towns, posted where they cost no money to do so. One is also nailed to the Sisterhood fence
Three days
Three nights
One woman
One fight
One chance to save
The innocents
To stop the slaughter
To save the town
She joined the battle
Could not back downThe beasts eyes glared
She felt herself
Stiffen like stone
The fair half-elf
And yet she knew
She could not fail
With gritted teeth
She passed the test
Shook off that gaze
Fought on without restIn red and black
Three days and nights
Too small she looks
And yet she fights
Knowing all
Depends on her
Twin blades she wields
She spins and turns
Though as she fights
Each muscle burnsSister, Mother
Lover, Friend
The stubborn say evil
And will not bend
And still she fought
Despite their views
She fought for those
Who to the last
See her now
And not her pastCut by cut
Keeps it at bay
Dodging blasts
And ducking rays
Those who watched
Did so in awe
Her speed unmatched
Her blood ran free
She did not falter
As dawned day threeExhausted now
Yet on they fought
An epic struggle
Both were caught
At last the blow
That felled the beast
She paused as silence
Filled Norwick’s lands
With tired eyes
And blistered handsA woman alone
Oft beset
By people who
Will not forget
A past that is
Just that, a past
Nicahh turned
And home she walked
I pray, this once,
By honour stalkedThree days
Three nights
One woman
One fight
Not for coin
And not for thanks
Not for fame she fought
Nor yet for glory
Yet it humbles me
To tell her story**Signed with a flourish
–-Ocean---
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- Ad reads over the poster several times, smiling as he gets through the final reading*
"Must remember to talk to her about layout….next we meet." one might overhear him mutter.
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_Will sees the poster nailed to the Sisterhood fence, reads it once, then smiles, nods, and continues his patrols.
Someone listening closely might have heard him mutter as he walked away, something to the effect that it was about time someone noticed._
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A tall and muscular redhead stands before the occasional poster repeatedly reading the poem. She blinks and quite often remarks: "Um? So er it was er true?"