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| − | Thus | + | Thus chronicles the death of Dolabra, the only known suicide among the ranks of the Ascended. It is unknown if copies exist in any realm. |
| − | The | + | The Scroll |
| − | A | + | A world of life, of song, of love, |
| − | A | + | A world of fear, of doubt. |
| − | A | + | A world so vast, of peace, of heart, |
| − | A | + | A world that I shall pass on. |
| − | A life of light, of | + | A life of light, of prosperity, of excitement, |
| − | A life of | + | A life of sorrow, of fear. |
| − | A life so joyous, | + | A life so joyous, with brothers, with sisters, |
| − | A life that I | + | A life that I shall pass on. |
| − | This is the | + | This is the final writing I make to my brethren the Ascended, and my many friends whose race follows not that way. My life amongst you has given me warmth wherever I traveled, and has strengthened me in the heat of battle. With some, it is a friendship that I fear never blossomed to its full beauty, yet a friendship that I hope impacted the world for the better. |
| − | My time on this | + | My time on this world has been short, and I feel that my activity amongst the community has impacted this decision. I promised to be more than I needed to be, and being less than I promised in this world stabs me like a dagger. |
| − | I | + | I write this as I leave Haven for the final time, bound for the very gates of Heaven, where Aeriel awaits me. |
| − | To my | + | To my family, friends, and neighbors: |
| − | + | Farewell. - Dolabra Potenti, the Ascended Dwarf | |
[[Category:Literature and Music]] | [[Category:Literature and Music]] | ||
Latest revision as of 01:35, 2 April 2020
Thus chronicles the death of Dolabra, the only known suicide among the ranks of the Ascended. It is unknown if copies exist in any realm.
The Scroll
A world of life, of song, of love, A world of fear, of doubt. A world so vast, of peace, of heart, A world that I shall pass on. A life of light, of prosperity, of excitement, A life of sorrow, of fear. A life so joyous, with brothers, with sisters, A life that I shall pass on.
This is the final writing I make to my brethren the Ascended, and my many friends whose race follows not that way. My life amongst you has given me warmth wherever I traveled, and has strengthened me in the heat of battle. With some, it is a friendship that I fear never blossomed to its full beauty, yet a friendship that I hope impacted the world for the better.
My time on this world has been short, and I feel that my activity amongst the community has impacted this decision. I promised to be more than I needed to be, and being less than I promised in this world stabs me like a dagger.
I write this as I leave Haven for the final time, bound for the very gates of Heaven, where Aeriel awaits me.
To my family, friends, and neighbors:
Farewell. - Dolabra Potenti, the Ascended Dwarf
