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Valley of the Mists

11 Mar

I’d written the entire poem only from Shani’s point of view, but now I’ve added in verses for Pania.  Hopefully it will have shown that Pania is going to search for her friend and follow her into the gates between worlds.

From Stonebridge this tale will start,

the jewel of the Island of Many Names

Past Brockton it will be told,

the home of the skalds

Further south is the Mage’s Guild,

the academy known as Arcanum Bridge

An epic tale more than certain,

told throughout the land

One that should be known,

even by the farmers of the Brighten Fields

Beyond is the valley,

the place that rumours are spread

The Valley of Mists,

north of Mysteria

When night falls and the mist rolls in,

the world becomes as dark as sin

The light grow dim and the air grows thick,

it can send a shiver right to the quick

Travellers beware of the road to the mists,

more than one have felt death’s sharp kiss

The stories are as old as time itself,

this valley foreboding has claimed more than one elf

But still there are those that would seek to conquer,

their courage high and their wits stronger

Such is the tale of one such elven maid,

with jet black hair all set in a braid

Her snow white flesh would seem to glow,

her eyes sparkled with excitement for sure

An agile young thing who would seek out her fame,

fortune and glory, that was the game

It wasn’t the wealth of things to steal,

her goal was merely to look and to feel

To get past the locks and disable the traps,

unbind sacred books from their leather bound wraps

The satisfaction of a job well done,

to snatch a small prize and quietly run

That was the life of this young elf,

to conquer a goal and feel satisfaction in self

She’d listen to rumours and keep them in mind,

remember small riddles if she was in a bind

With rapier, short sword and daggers so near,

she learned to defend herself from things that would fear

And so it was the way on one such dark night,

that Shani would venture onto the road without fright

Prepared she was to face the unknown,

and tales she would tell when she returned back home

Filled with such confidence, she felt so alive,

the experience she have, her legend would thrive

So one dark night she set out on the road,

leaving behind her books and abode

She’d travel light and make certain she was ready,

her blades were sharp, her hands were steady

She’d keep close to the road, but deep in shadow,

she knew that others would try to follow

The road is quiet, even in the dark,

there is nary a sound, even from a lark

But there are dangers, sure enough,

bandits, brigands, cut throats, all rough

Such knowledge for Shani it did not deter,

she knew what she wanted, she’d take it for sure

So onto the road her feet did quietly walk,

not making a sound on grass or rock

From Stonebridge she’d start,

the jewel of the Place of Many Names

Past Brockton she’d go,

the home of the skalds

To the south she’d keep going,

to Arcanum Bridge

Knowing she was getting close with each mile she would go

It wasn’t long now, as she entered the Brighten Fields

Beyond was the valley, the place that she sought

The Valley of Mists, north of Mysteria

The road was quiet as she crept along,

not making a sound not even a song

Shani knew the dangers that were there,

to walk the Mysterian border was something of a dare

But a curious maid was what she was,

an elf who knew a noble cause

Cause and effect was how she saw it,

she’d mark her place as she saw fit

She crept along the tightening walls,

not far from the Rock Split Falls

The fog rolled in and it was thick,

her motions slow with each time piece tick

She began to question if this was a wise idea,

when sight was blind and the road not clear

In fact there was nothing to be seen,

The Valley of the Mysts would remain just clean

But she pressed on in her quest,

curiosity had gotten her best

The road grew more rocky as she stepped,

on hands and knees she crept

Her breath was ragged in part with fear,

what was in this fog so near

There was something in the distance that she could see,

what in this world could ever it be

She crawled faster toward her goal,

pushing back the fear that tried to grow

Rocks gave way to grass,

the fog didn’t feel like such a heavy mass

She pushed herself to her feet,

gazing into the mists for just half a beat

A light seemed to shine,

perhaps a lantern from an old mine

She could see it through the fog,

not very far, just a short jog

Her eyes did twinkle with anticipation,

this would be worth all her frustration

She stepped carefully into the clearing,

the call of the night owls nearing

A welcome reply to this valley so dark,

and she lighted her torch with a quick spark

Her eyes grew wide with what she did see,

nothing ever prepared her for a sight to bring such glee

Carved into stone with ancient runes,

nestled into the hills like rocks in sand dunes

She saw the most wondrous thing ever,

something told in history books never

They looked quite ornate and very old,

and Shani stepped forward with feet so bold

From Stonebridge she did travel,

the jewel of Island of Many Names

Through Brockton she went,

the home of the skalds

To the south she had gone,

to Arcanum Bridge

Just to see this wonderful sight

This valley, these ancients,

not far from the Brighten Fields

In this secret valley,

the place that she stood

The Valley of Mists, north of Mysteria

But Shani was not alone…

From Stonebridge this tale will start,

the jewel of the Island of Many Names

Past Brockton it will be told,

the home of the skalds

Further south is the Mage’s Guild,

the academy known as Arcanum Bridge

An epic tale more than certain,

told throughout the land

One that should be known,

even by the farmers of the Brighten Fields

Beyond is the valley,

the place that rumours are spread

The Valley of Mists,

north of Mysteria

When night falls and the mist rolls in,

the world becomes as dark as sin

There was another who found the gates

Was with Shani on that night

A call to adventure did she hear

And went forth without fright

Pania Alow had heard the tales

The stories of awe and wonder

How a bold new world lay beyond them all

With a people as loud as thunder

And Pania went forth into those mists

To share an adventure with Shani

Her most beloved friend and long time ally

They’d know each other since they were tiny

The Valley of Mists,

north of Mysteria

When night falls and the mist rolls in,

the world becomes as dark as sin

Pania wasn’t afraid of adventure unknown

So when Shani boldly stepped through the gate

The skald did know that she had to go

There was not time at all for debate

She’d sing as she went

To ease her own apprehension

Giving her steed a small nudge

She pushed back the fear and tension

Her pixie Verit stayed close by

Tucked inside the skald’s cloak

She held her breath as they began to enter

Feeling as though they might choke

The Valley of Mists,

north of Mysteria

When night falls and the mist rolls in,

the world becomes as dark as sin

Pania muttered a spell and a light appeared

Hovering just in ahead

Her horse drew nearer, feeling bold

as the skald, a poem she read

A sorrowful tale she’d often sing

One that eased the nerves

In hopes that she’d find her long time friend

Through the gate’s twists and curves

She steeled her heart

Pushed back her fear

Took a deep breath

And wiped away a tear

The Valley of Mists,

north of Mysteria

When night falls and the mist rolls in,

the world becomes as dark as sin

To go through the gates

One has to be brave

For one wrong step

Could send you to your grave

It is ancient magic

The kind you treat well

For if you’re not careful

You’ll find yourself in hell

The Elven Elders know of these portals

They tried so hard to keep them secret

But elves are curious and often will find

A secret found has no equal

The Valley of Mists,

north of Mysteria

When night falls and the mist rolls in,

the world becomes as dark as sin

From Stonebridge she did travel,

the jewel of Island of Many Names

Through Brockton she went,

the home of the skalds

To the south she had gone,

to Arcanum Bridge

Just to see this wonderful sight

This valley, these ancients,

not far from the Brighten Fields

In this secret valley,

the place that she stood

The Valley of Mists, north of Mysteria

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Posted by on March 11, 2014 in Black Mask and Pale Rider, Writing

 

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