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Pull up a chair traveller, here have some harvest mead cus after this tale it will be the only thing to warm your sad heart.
tis the Poem of a tiefling from around these parts...what....no not the pixie killer of the mere where did you hear that twodle tis the tale of Sael the Sorrowfull and about her struggle against her fate.....
Sael begain given by her human mother's dying hands to us
her mother did speak, whispering "keep her safe forget her blood curse of ancesters."
so the villagers did see to her growth and teaching, watch with fear in the mere of dead men.
She grew and suffered the tomenting of children, the saddness of the orphan that she was.
For her only pleasure was the telling of tales of adventures and villains of legends and myth
The villagers did listen and favored her in time as a kind hearted women, both fair and wise.
but one fatefull night a battle did sweep, across the Mere of dead men and with magic and sword....with blood and fel cries everything little thing Sael loved was gone.
so brave traveller bare a though for the ill fated and no ill word of the ill fortuned for she went on to be a brave hero of legend
but still she did cry....for the people of the mere and the happyness that she leaves behind.
what was that sir.....my name...*pulls her hood back to reveal two small horns* i didn't think i needed a introduction?
tis the Poem of a tiefling from around these parts...what....no not the pixie killer of the mere where did you hear that twodle tis the tale of Sael the Sorrowfull and about her struggle against her fate.....
Sael begain given by her human mother's dying hands to us
her mother did speak, whispering "keep her safe forget her blood curse of ancesters."
so the villagers did see to her growth and teaching, watch with fear in the mere of dead men.
She grew and suffered the tomenting of children, the saddness of the orphan that she was.
For her only pleasure was the telling of tales of adventures and villains of legends and myth
The villagers did listen and favored her in time as a kind hearted women, both fair and wise.
but one fatefull night a battle did sweep, across the Mere of dead men and with magic and sword....with blood and fel cries everything little thing Sael loved was gone.
so brave traveller bare a though for the ill fated and no ill word of the ill fortuned for she went on to be a brave hero of legend
but still she did cry....for the people of the mere and the happyness that she leaves behind.
what was that sir.....my name...*pulls her hood back to reveal two small horns* i didn't think i needed a introduction?