Tag: post-apocalyptic
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Syphoning gas to give her a fighting chance
She persuades me to let her sage me before leaving If it could save you and I didn’t, it would grieve me Full sore, pray leeway A spraying haze unabating, she an Aaron Bathes me in miasmic armour Dispelling harm by charm She insists we wear amulets of her devisement Eyes painted onto shell mottes,…
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages III – Beliefs and Customs of Feathermen
Virididerms with drawn faces from places you and I cannot place on any map Their mountains formed by ruins marking our world’s devastation They believe in diminutive elder races, first to walk the face of the earth Their faces were turned from Sol, they never returned from their subterrene halls Beneath the mounds, centuries sleeping,…
Alchemisland 