Sordan's will, it had me fly, to the land of Grantabrugge,
where the Wessex Arms would greet me like a friend I'd always known,
So the violets had their way and laid-a-waste to life and kindred,
Yet I live on to sing this song beneath another sunset.
My daughter and my child, Arabella, sweet Alexis,
Revolution cruelly swept away their loved and blessed souls,
Angelina, my beloved, she put forth a great inferno,
Still the ancient house of Eastblack lays to rest its final stone.
In the heat she was consumed, but in me she'll live forever,
flames licking at my feet I won't forget the choice she made,
With a flash she gave away her last breath for just one other,
For her sacrifice I'll live my life avenging our lost home.
By night I had to flee, bonfires my only beacons,
Burning halls and tapestries and scorching black flagstones,
My cloak upon my back and the whistling blade of Flicker,
A one league stride, a horseback ride, took me to Andalucia.
The face of Angelina upon my heart and legs weighs heavy,
Skeletons and zombies are all I see beyond the shore,
I steal through copse and thicket, over field and marshy meadow,
Where finally my eyes will see - the Wessex arms, spread to greet me.
With the foggy haze of morning this land tells me its sorrows,
With sober breath come sin and death and unrequited love,
...
Verses to come:
Edgar taught me to play chess,
Matt was depressed (also unity: The cheerful smiles as human, kender, elf sit side by side)
Silka was weird (dagger, songs, screaming), Sesqui was... Sesqui, and of course Sarah was enchanting
Loquax tried to steal things
sent letters home to find out what's been happening.