Poetry
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Simple, non-descript parchment is pinned to various places around the town of Norwick. What is on the parchment appears to be a poem of some sort.
When inquiries are made as to who posted the poetry, few if any at all can recollect seeing anyone. Though, when they do, all they can describe is an unusually tall Elven Male, with blue tinged skin and green hair.
_Blue Iris
The Blue Iris of my eye
Turning away from what
I’m not supposed to seeDeception not in lies
But in silence, left unsaid
Bond of Trust untrueA decision to be made
But made long ago
Forsake myself, let goA strayed path’s reversal
Simple truth in illusion
Falsity in words of truthThe Blue Iris of my eye
Did not need blinded
I knew, I could always see_
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Cyrian goes about removing the postings
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((Nice stuff…very nice. !))
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