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Prose from a RealmsmanThomas Radio# Prose from a Realmsman
*The stack gets higher and higher, and I am forced to scroll further and further into my
ramblings before I find something worthy of my opus. Here are the musings and
half-thoughts that I write when quills and papers are within reach.*
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#### *Agehood of a Lad*
When I was young they called me Brilliant\
Curious and knowing I pursued knowledge\
I ate understanding with ferocity\
And my appetite would not be stayed\
Through teachings of all my town had to offer\
The larger cities\
And citadels still\
I stood with my father when they proclaimed me Enlightened\
And I felt as if I stood under the brilliance of the gods\
And that is where the darkness snuck in from the shadows their light cast
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#### *Aghast! The Fallen*
Would that I could tell you\
Of my first night as Enlightened\
That all my brain had absorbed was spilling forth off a silver tongue\
Impressing kings and seducing maidens\
But I sat alone\
And the only thing that spilt that night were tears
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#### *How Reality Looks to a Fraud*
I have read scrolls that have travelled further than I could even dream\
I studied scriptures copied from voices recorded on peaks of mountains\
I can reference legend and lore from before my time\
I’ll tell you all there is to know of a plant genus I’m hinged on faith to believe exists\
I can tell you all of these things and more\
And from my tower of books, I am a fraud\
For I have not seen anything I speak of with my own eyes\
Ne’er felt with mine own hands\
Tasted\
Only ever heard, and read\
And so I sit amongst legions of learned souls\
And feel a fraud\
And pointless
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#### *Abscond with the Truth*
Father,\
I’ve packed my bags in the night. I send a raven rather than dove so no treachery will
befall her while she flies through inky skies to bring you these words. You have given
gold, and even more, precious, time, to see that I become educated, and my hand
trembles to write even this. To tell my father that all he has given is not enough. The
heart can only hear about the world so long before it drives the body to action. I’m to
set off as an adventurer. I bring with me my inkwells and quills, my tomes and
scrolls, so you will hear from me.\
So many before me have written the information I have consumed thus far. It is time
I offer something to the future more than my understanding of the past.\
I must taste the earth if I am to free myself of the musty libraries. I will record the
present and leave truth and knowledge for the generations to come.\
Do not search for me, I do not intend to stop long enough to be found.
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#### *Set Off!*
The guards nod off in the painters light of morning\
I am a fox underhill\
Dew licks my leather boots, pristine from unuse\
Set to work for the journey ahead
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#### *Ponders of an Adventurer*
How long before I drop my name\
And take on a moniker more suited\
I’m a wayfarer a nomad or how long until then\
The spirit of adventure rumbles in my tum\
And I realise I have not eaten since dawn
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#### *Blast these Critters*
I brought with me rations of course\
And traps for hares and birds\
It takes a steady hand and gentle touch to bag a buck\
Drat, I snapped another line\
I have with me not weapons nor the will to kill\
But I know every berry, leaf, and fungus available to me by site\
It is possible herbology was not pointless coursework indeed
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#### *A Bedroll in Thickets*
How best to fend oneself while asleep?\
Why crawl beneath a thicket bush and nature shall preserve you\
Even a thief knows not to stick their hands in a thorny thatch\
But remember where you are when you wake\
I’ve torn my face by rising too eager
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#### *Red Roofs like Amber*
I’ve done it!\
A day’s journey to be had\
Travelling further on foot than I’ve ever dared\
A harvest and bounty of berries and elm\
I’m a survivor of the night and approach this town a stranger
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#### *Outsider, Outsider*
A night as black as the banner that flies,\
A moon as sharp as the banner that flies,\
My stomach rumbles and I smell mushroom stew\
Emanating from the windows of the boars head tavern
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#### *What is Money if not Everything*
I have with me some gold, from clerk work as one does\
But how far can I get… I wonder…\
As a rogue or vagabond\
A pinch of bread and cup of ale can’t be too hard if the drunkards get to it\
Just casually reach out…
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#### *Pain as Experienced by a Thief*
They are upon me sooner than I touched the crust\
Where pummeling bare hands beat down on me\
With staffs they thrust\
I’m winded and wounded and left for dead\
But I’m a derelict now, I secured my feast\
I have stolen some bread
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#### *Wayfarer*
Wayfarer,\
I’m sure you’d be way fairer\
had you studied sleight of hand
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#### *Recovery Comes Quick*
When you black out in the alleys\
Between the houses of a homoeopathic banner\
I dream of trees, mushrooms, and berries\
And wake in the fields with rations full\
There are fairies in the air at dusk\
That glow and ebb to darkness
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#### *Distance*
I have gone the farthest I’ve ever gone\
Far from my father and his throne\
And looking back I cannot see a reason to stop now
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#### *Agehood of a Man*
My lip is split and eye is dark\
I stand cliffside and yell into open void\
I am beat and broken and for it all the more alive
##### *End of Chapter 1*
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