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Misjbar sits in his tree, encouraged by the words of Irania. He grabs a feather, and dips it in a pot with purple ink. He then begins to write.

Love is a thing unknown
Love is a thing without purpose
Love confuses the mind and body
Love is a thing not worthy

Why do I feel it then
Why should an elf
not be able to suppres it
Why do you make my heart spin
Why do you make my words thin

I wish I could tell you
I wish you could know
I wish you felt the same
I wish you were here

An elven lady is who my heart has fallen upon
An elven lady is the beauty and grace I fall for

~Misjbar~

He puts the post on the town wall, using the stickyness of crushed yellow weed. The poem is drenched in sibinac leaf aroma

I can feel you in my mind
I can feel you in my heart
I can feel you in my body
I can feel you in my soul

An elven heart she has
An elven soul she has
An elven body she has
A sweet mind she has

A riddle to be uncovered
a riddle to be solved
Try if you will
Try if you can

Sits up in his tree, looking at Lili still asleep on another branch. He smiles gently, and begins writing again

Love returned
Love to soon
I waited to long
I waited to short

Heart settled down
Heart flared up
Sitting in a tree
Flying in the clouds

Takes another glance at Lili, before falling asleep again, the sun shining on his face

Sits down after cutting some trees, and watered them. He then begins writing

Beauty all around
Beauty deep within
Water all around
The goddess deep within

He looks up, as he sees an elf and Kaja walking towards him. After a long talk with the elf and Kaja, the elf leaves. He and Kaja talk together for some time afterward, and after have said farewell, he begins writing again

Orcish mind uncovered
Orcish friendship discovered
Orcish loyalty shown
Orcish adaptability on the surface

He then smiles, thinking about the conversation with Kaja. He posts it on the wall, and quickly leaves out of town, running towards the fishing spot Lili had shown him

Sits by the river in Trollsbane, the name of the river somewhere lost in his mind. He grabs his quill, and begins writing

The world grows worse
Elves are changing
Without the love of one
The hate of the other lives on
The world is changing
And there is nothing I can do about it

Elven heart...I miss you
Elven mind...I miss you
Elven body...I miss you
Sweet mind...I miss you

He glares at the water, thinking about time that past away. He was thinking about making another entry, but doesn't do it, afraid of the consequences.....

The fish glance up
amazed at what they see
gods above the water
controllers of what's to be.

the men glance up
amazed at what they see
gods above the clouds
controllers of what's to be.

~Thomas Weathergood~

He begins writing, his feeling for the other language encouraged by Dhalsim, as he tries to find the words...

Elben dieser Welt sind vergessen
Elben dieser Welt sind verloren
Wir sind ohne Heim
Wir sind ohne Freunde

Wir haben nur einander
Wir haben nur die Götter
Wir müssen fest zueinander halten
Und wir müssen einander helfen
Im Leben oder Tod
In Liebe oder Haß

Sticks it to the town wall, the cloak over his head because of the rain. He then runs with nimble movements towards the gate, towards the dense and rainless forests beyond.

Killed by one
Laughed at by the rest
The power of the undead queen
The disgrace of her people

Wandering alone
Wandering with many
This kingdom will last
This kingdom will stand the test of time

Cursed it may be
Blessed it might become
Ruled by one
Followed by many

Misjbar writes furiously, blood running down from a scar on his chest. An old wound, but it stayed open because of a recent attack by a skeleton. They seem to be drawing closer to his hiding place. As he finishes the letter, he watches it for any mistakes

This is outrageous, killed by a lesser race. This is something that has set the fate of many. Killed by a human! Thank goodness the gods have decided to resurrect me, or I would have had to abandon this godforsaken world, who requires help to cleanse it from these greedy and bold humans, the stupid and respectless orcs, and the greedy, arrogant and filthy dwarves. May the blood of these inferiour races fill the streets, because I cannot stand the sight of another living sample of them.

But, it sometimes seems that one or two of these lesser races is trapped in the wrong body. There are samples of these races that seem as if they are elves trapped inside a human. May they be blessed, and may Tanora send them back if they die as an elf, to share the beautifull life with the rest of us, as the lands are cleansed.

Sincerely written to all the beautifull and wonderfull elves and lizardmen, may you live long and prosper.

~Misjbar~

He sits back with a content smile, and lays the letter aside, as he tends his wounds.

Writes at a table in the house of the druids, his pen clutched in his hand

Mind split in two
Mind without notice
How could this has happened
How could I hurt

Maybe people can help
Maybe people can care
But races foreign don't
Races foreign don't care....

Remorse flows through my mind,
Hurt among the edges of my degenerating soul.

I must find redemption,
I must find a way out.
I must feel the edge of steel,
I must feel the killing power of water.

Lingering over such roads I will,
darkness waning in my heart.

Misjbar looks at his earlier poems, the pieces of parchments growing ever weaker, nearly falling apart. He smiles, a tear running over his cheek.