Rise of the Runelords 3.75
part 1 of 2
Ancient Thassilonian Scroll (note: this has formal rhyme and meter in Thassilonian) see also:part 2 of 2
Great is the daughter of Heaven
Who tortures infants
Her hand is a net, her embrace is death.
She is cruel, raging, angry, predatory
A runner, a thief is the daughter of Heaven.
She graces the bellies of women in labor.
She pulls out the gravid woman’s child.
The daughter of Heaven is one of the Gods, her bretheren
With no child of her own.
Her head is a jackal’s head. Her body is a mother’s body.
She roars like a lion.
If arcane power is your desire/longing
Runeforge must/shall be your destination
For only there does the Runelord’s art
Receive its pure practice.
On eastern shores of the steaming mirror
As darkness prepares to gaze upon the world
Seven faces wait in silence
Encircled guardians at Runeforge gate.
Each stone the grace of seven lords,
Each ruler clutches his key