If Walls Could Speak

By: Irixel Posted on: December 30, 2004

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Shallam | Mhaldor
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Blessed are we to be touched | Blood-spattered and spit-stained
first as Lady Mithraea rises, | with the scorn of visitors.
beginning Her daily journey | Blackened, burned bits of flesh
in the Jewel of the East. | smeared amongst dirt and filth...
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Before the sultan and viziers | That is what you see of us.
awaken from their slumber, |
| Screams resound through the
Before the emaciated | Circle of Pain, ages of torment
orphans find their refuge | haunt the Circle of the Damned,
with the music of good Handel, | howling from unseen tortures.
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even, | This is what you hear from us.
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Before the Chrysalis Basilica | We are the walls of Mhaldor.
had risen from its rubble, | We shape the dominion of Baelgrim.
| Within us, sin thrives,
She has always risen gloriously | evil lives.
from the East. |
| We are more than just the mighty
What are we walls to remember? | fortress, our influence reaches
We are only bits and pieces | beyond the Gru'un chasm.
of Shallam, only a reflection | The will of Sartan formed us;
of the villagers' souls. | His power moulds our stones.
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What are we walls to remember? | We are more than what you
| see; the black dirt, the writhing
We remember her warmth, we | abominations...
absorb Her memory. |
| We are what houses evil.
Lady Sol has not | We are dominion.
left Shallam just yet. | We are greatness.
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Eleusis | Ashtan
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The forest stretches for miles | Had you thought we collapsed?
around, far beyond us. | Did you believe we had lost power?
We stand humbled, merely |
slices of our former selves, | Look not to the ruins of the Iron
mighty Ithmian oak, sturdy | Citadel to showcase the
Aalen redwoods, the trees | greatness of Ashtan.
woven from the power of | Indeed we stand, the Bastion of
earth, air, water, fire. | the North, a testament to freedom,
| freedom found nowhere else in
May the realm of Lord Oneiros | the entirety of Sapience.
envelope our gathering halls. |
| To be good, to be evil,
May Gaia protect our | to be warlike, to find peace,
stoic wooden hearts; may She | to seek chaos, to seek power,
bless our guards, dryad and | to be prominent, anything
Treekin and Tsol'aa alike. | one could wish for.
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We are the walls inside | We walls shall be the
a greater wall. | shelter for all of your purposes.
| Fear not, for within us,
The forest are our walls. | You shall be safe.
They are our true selves. | You shall be free.
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Cyrene | Hashan
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Sand from the symbolic hourglass | We are the bitterly forgotten
falls | stone slabs lining Cibus Road.
as sun races over Vastar's realm. |
| We are the tapestry-laden
Joyful peals of the five bells | canvasses of the Damaris's halls.
echo off our sun-warmed faces, |
ringing, hailing the | We are the remnants of
apex of the day! | fire-haunted homes of Argent Lane.
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So we share this message gladly | We are the witnesses to the
to the visitors and citizens, | clinking of gold sovereigns
striding across the gardens, | trading hands everyday along
marinas, and shops of | Serpentis Boulevard.
Artisan Plaza. |
| We are the witnesses to the pain
Further shall we relay the | of beggars and flea-bitten
tones of the Tower,send them | dogs, both forlorn and cold,
flying over the Vashnars, | wandering and broken.
for mountain drakes and |
manticores alike to hear... | We are the backdrop to which
| Gods fly and duel, ponder and
Shall we awaken the ears of | prank over the Road
the land of Sapience? | of Eternity.
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Sand from the symbolic hourglass | We are the destitute.
falls | We are the opulent.
as sun races over Vastar's realm. | We are the pragmatic.
| We are the extraordinary.
And reminiscent of Arcanist | We are the two duelling sides
vibrations, the thrumming, | of a single city.
muted, sweet dusk melody | We are the two facets of one
signals the coming of | jewel, set upon a single Crown.
Twilight's Stygian darkness | We, united, form the
to the city of Cyrene. | Crown of the Ithmia.

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Delos
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(Now entering the realm of the Jesters,
prepare to be smooched.)

Tell us a secret you want everyone to see.
We are the blank canvas,
sun-aged upon this Zapharian isle,
just begging to be graffiti-ed.

(Selerin wuz here)

We are the hub of commerce.
Within our spaces, the most coveted
swords, tridents, blackjacks, scimitars, rapiers, spears, axes,
warhammers, whips, maces, dirks, collars, knuckles, sashes, armbands,
boots, amulets, bracelets, brooches, wings, daggers, shields, gloves,
masks, gems, staves, cloaks, wands, hats, claws, belts, gauntlets,

and vibrating sticks

reside upon store shelves
in perfectly deceptive humility.

(free flowers here, just don't be greedy)

Every Achaean has walked our halls
for one reason or another.
Straight off of Loom Island, we
(or Lord Thoth, whichever comes first)
greet eighteen year olds
and Certimene sends each
towards a meeting with their destiny.
towards a vast realm to explore and find
and become the future of Achaea.

(have you hugged your Iquee today?)