A special person, a gods-sent soul, a moon and star to make us whole, the Nerevarine it is her role to soothe our scars and our grief console.
To the eastern clans through ash she stepped bringing hope and joy to those who wept and our bitterness and sorrow away she swept before through fire and smoke away she leapt.
To the north she turned towards where anger burned and the tribes in whom seething fury churned, yet after she adjourned their happiness returned as they contemplated the many lessons learned.
To the west she strode upon her moonlit road to seek the people who peace forebode and who's conflicts would see the land corrode, but to them too her truth she showed and on them all her gifts bestowed.
To the south she went, our heaven sent, to un-sew the seeds of House dissent and put a stop to malcontent, further torment she did prevent before leaving them all to reflect and repent.
House and Tribe united like a herd of guar for the love of a woman who now wanders afar, wherever you go and wherever you are, I think of you always Miss Moon and Star.
Comments
Hairy assed bloke?
Argonian's.... Grief!! Ok, ok the werewolves are furry, that I grant you.
Ah Thorien, thank you! I prefer my heroes to be women - it's easier to be a poetaster when picturing a nice looking lady rather than a hairy assed bloke.
bon, thanks for the spot dude, correcting now.
Playing it tomorrow