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Prose from a Realmsman IIThomas Radio# Prose from a Realmsman II
*I'm run thin on parchment! I'm scratching my words in charcoal on soft bark. Here are the jotted and hurried that I write when adventure is upon me!*
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#### Barrenness and Envy
Father,\
I have been travelling for many months now, my once lightly scuffed *Leather Boots* have traversed mud, clays, canyons, and woods, and are no longer recognizable. I carry with me always, the crest of our family, and I have not forgotten the face of my father. I hope he has not forgotten the face of his son. I yearn to hear from you, but cannot stay more than a night any which way. I have tasted the journey and by the sweat of my brow, I shall continue. The realms are so much larger than I could have imagined and less empty than you'd think. Already I have collected peculiar, timeless artefacts wrought with history and a will to explore of their own. With each item, I have grown to covet the discovery of adventurers. It is not enough to be a bystander in the great story and it is time my narrative was told.\
I include here with this letter a *Silver Ring of Twins*, I found in a pair, with a sigil so similar to our arms. I wear the other and remember you. I know you are a steadfast man but hear your son for he sends you truth and truth again.\
And father,\
I have finally seen the sea.
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#### A life taken
T’was just a fish\
a boy taught me how to gut\
and to flay\
As the *Short Sword* blade separated bones from fishy flesh\
I realise we unmake it the same way Deos made them
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#### Wanderfül
Only when we're lost\
does wonder turn to worry\
and all the beauty we had beheld\
turns bitter in our minds.\
Take a moment to stay those thoughts\
that have you quaking in your shoes.\
When familiar footing finds you\
and enchantment returns and surrounds you.
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#### Maternity
We know the earth provides for us, as a mother would\
Her back would break to give us stones\
Her eyes will cry for us to drink\
Her spirit lives embodied and I have found her hearth\
The Mother Grove exists to tend, and mend our broken limbs\
just crawl beneath her hollowed elm and listen to her healing hymns\
I dare not mark no map to say\
This is where you'll find\
Celestial Peace in the garden of eve\
For fear of human's axes\
And urge to conquer
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#### Realistic Comparable Sizing
Ho! Take the Kraken\
Forget the Kraken and take the sea!\
For all the earth I've walked\
To think\
That evermore is covered in water\
With creatures as large as Krakens\
Who call it home
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#### Seasickness
My tilting world\
balanced on the pin of the horizon.\
As nature battles nature,\
the pure rage of the sea rocking\
ill people floating on dead wood.
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#### Missed Meals
A seamate\
still green behind the gills\
makes use of his *Leather Cap*\
I lost my lunch off the prow\
And it found its way onto the captain’s *Dragonskin Armour*
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#### Gathering Strength
On a cloud-covered night\
with tumultuous waves,\
and thunderous winds\
I shiv-iv-er-er\
I p-pray\
Having given what strength I had\
Having only a w-will to see more\
The clouds break and a celestial beam extends her hand\
Haven found when strength returns to my jellied legs\
and I learn to ebb with the moon
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#### Feeling at Home
The sea forgives you,\
eventually.\
The ship finds favour in the tides\
and waves really do greet you\
like an old friend.
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#### Waving Glass
On a molten glass sea\
Moonlight is beautiful\
And Sunrise is ***blinding***
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#### Shoreline
Finally,\
I suppose\
I'll sleep\
forever\
I won't sail for weeks\
And find myself in the surf the very next day.
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#### Isthmus
Before I left home\
I thought I lived on an island,\
landlocked,\
and the forest stretched into the ambit.\
I'm moored on the isthmus,\
clothes baking in the sun,\
landlocked,\
as if I were home again.
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#### Victory and Valour
I'm once more pressed against the ropes of a sailing ship\
With sugarcane and fruit cargo\
And a *Pendant* I had won in a foot race\
Slowly I piece together my bag\
And ready myself for adventure
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#### Familiar Docks
To return to the port\
A changed man\
With more salt in your blood\
And fish in your belly\
I waltz through the wharf\
And trip over a cleat into the green waters
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#### A Stranger in a Strange Cloak
Drying off fireside\
Warming up with a bowl of hot stew\
I saw an aged gentleman\
in the shadowy crook of the Stow Away Bar\
We didn't get a chance to speak\
But when he walked out through those doors\
The way the moonlight caught his robes was divine
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##### *End of Chapter 2*