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A visitor appears to hold the departed Centurio Peridan "Twilight" Durothil in high regard, for a gift of mourning randomly appears before his memorial within the Legion chapterhouse. Joined by a frayed, faded eyepatch and a trio of white flowers, a sheet of parchment inscribed with a poem in Common is reluctantly placed on the mantle of the imposing, ever-pristine statue.
The poem appears to tell a tragic story about inevitability and being impatient with your fate. There's no evidence of an author anywhere on the piece, but the person responsible could be plainly seen by any Legionnaires occupying the foyer before her swift departure.
The poem appears to tell a tragic story about inevitability and being impatient with your fate. There's no evidence of an author anywhere on the piece, but the person responsible could be plainly seen by any Legionnaires occupying the foyer before her swift departure.
Elfman serveth the hume;
Long since he has provided his rede;
His council demanded by the king's desperation;
And he learns no heirs can continue the line;
As he is told to find a solution he thinketh, he thinketh;
Mortal is the wavering of another age.
The queen falls ill and the king effete;
Medium groweth wisdom from the tree of knowledge;
He scribes the word of thy Lord in proclamation;
His results come before the ailing throne;
And kneeling sayeth the sage, sayeth the sage;
Life is the wavering of another age.
His wisdom rings hollow on deafly ears;
The king casts him down for his failure;
Misunderstood in an hour of human need;
He sends his questions back unto the sky;
And between the bars of his cage, bars of his cage;
Time is the wavering of another age.
The village above wastes away;
The king and his kin fade unto history;
Thole does elfman languish forgotten for eons;
And his attempts to teach causality punished;
With his dying breath, his dying breath;
He curses the wavering of another age.
In his god's realm yede him searching in haste;
Crossing the dells and valley afoot;
He passes his peers upon Arvandor's roots;
And before long the tree of knowledge too;
Thy Lord Sage smile eyne at his approach to say, to say;
Death is the wavering of another age.
Long since he has provided his rede;
His council demanded by the king's desperation;
And he learns no heirs can continue the line;
As he is told to find a solution he thinketh, he thinketh;
Mortal is the wavering of another age.
The queen falls ill and the king effete;
Medium groweth wisdom from the tree of knowledge;
He scribes the word of thy Lord in proclamation;
His results come before the ailing throne;
And kneeling sayeth the sage, sayeth the sage;
Life is the wavering of another age.
His wisdom rings hollow on deafly ears;
The king casts him down for his failure;
Misunderstood in an hour of human need;
He sends his questions back unto the sky;
And between the bars of his cage, bars of his cage;
Time is the wavering of another age.
The village above wastes away;
The king and his kin fade unto history;
Thole does elfman languish forgotten for eons;
And his attempts to teach causality punished;
With his dying breath, his dying breath;
He curses the wavering of another age.
In his god's realm yede him searching in haste;
Crossing the dells and valley afoot;
He passes his peers upon Arvandor's roots;
And before long the tree of knowledge too;
Thy Lord Sage smile eyne at his approach to say, to say;
Death is the wavering of another age.