Aatuylvan Anthem
Good fight, good luck, and praetor's blessing, here's a coin for the river crossing. when ye approach the golden shore, you'll find your prize and so much more.
Change (Plus character sheet)
"a blessed dagger and what you little girly were going to do with that?" necromancer asked and grinned. "perhaps i kill you?" skrida asked forcing a smile on her face even though her body had started to trample in fear.
Attack (Kreet 10)
Thinking quickly, kreet went to her knees and cast bless on brand, the master and the new figure. whether or not they noticed, she couldn't tell, but it was one thing she could do for them anyway.
A whisper from Gaia
Patience as slow, decisive, speak the trees like their growth in this world, oak and maple; creaking with love as they catch the blessed breeze revealing needed love as best able.
The Half-Moon Tribe: Four Moons Saga III
"now, how did you work through the blessing of the woods?" "oh, i did nothing of the sort," the man said as he righted his posture. "i simply worked within the confines of the blessing itself.
Everwinter Ch42 & Epilogue: Cycle of Life
"they're safe if they haven't received the blessing, otherwise they can never leave everwinter," i answered.
Time sea/ Time sand
Keep me away from all other today. rap my wicked body in blessed chain's. in hope i dont become my worst beast. my thoght's are mad with no order to thim. confuseing light blinding me. falling and triping were will i land. evil am i,maybe.
Time sea/ Time sand
Keep me away from all other today. rap my wicked body in blessed chain's. in hope i dont become my worst beast. my thoght's are mad with no order to thim. confuseing light blinding me. falling and triping were will i land. evil am i,maybe.
a whispering dark
To slowly steal bit by bit of the world soul. for the gods of bless as died. and left us bare. to be taken by the evil wind.
The Black Rose
A poem i made recently; also, my first upload, so be nice :) white, bright rose pure and holy fit for a king you're a blessing bring us to light so we may fight for what is right our hearts delight oh, white rose what do you say?
Hungry and Desperate
Follow not in prayer, follow not in tricks, follow not the selfish, for those that help themselves and their own have true hope, and for this they shall be blessed, for thanks to their willpower, they shall never be, hungry and desperate.
Poem #8
My blessing is indeed a curse, i fear touching anyone more and more, i can feel fragments from people, how can i tell what is reality, what is fantasy? anymore, i feel like i live in one of the books i read.