Journey to Harae

By: Gnaash Posted on: April 23, 2008

One day, Autumn

Leaf was fallen

Red and brown around Muurn Lake.

Gnaash feel tired,

Uninspired.

No could think no art to make.

So off go walking,

Front door knocking,

Find adventure where it be.

Pass some mountain,

Thalassa Fountain,

Over rock and under Tree;

Met a thief

By Crystal Leaf

So hurry off into the wood.

Sample fauna

Of Aureliana

(Baby hedgehog do taste good!)

Wander south

Past cavern mouth

Before turn west to Fork in road.

Then up again

Above the din

Of bridge construction down below.

As Gnaash explore,

Not long before

Arrive on shoal of shell and sand.

Couple of acre

Beyond the breakers

Step onto a rocky strand.

Beach of pumice,

Drab and frumpish,

Crunch beneath Gnaash buckawn soles.

Climb over trail

Down into vale

Among thick root and piney boles.

Through muddy pool

Bubbling, cruel

Dusty path wend its way.

As above

In buzzing drove

Huge, yellow wasp greet the day.

A horn report

In sound cut short

Some body need some help nearby.

Gnaash go running,

Stumbling, stunning

As globs of mud go whizzing by.

Dodge aside,

Almost collide

With shapeless poharaehe beast.

By Great Gruul's blood,

Troll do like mud,

Almost as much as tribal feast;

But amorphous mass

Of muck and gas

No be no pleasure for any soul.

Gnaash chop and hacks

With dwarven axe

And fury of a hundred trolls.

When foe go down

In puddles drown,

Gnaash look to see a tattooed man

With olive skin,

Strong and thin,

Beside a ruin gate he stand.

With friendly smile

Gnaash take a while

To gather branches all around

And mend the gate,

To heal the fate

Of villagers on solid ground.

Sea wind whip

As Gnaash make trip

Return by ways to mountain home.

Twice as tired

But now inspired

By adventure and the lust to roam.