Toril- a Tribute to the Forgotten Realms. by charmsp1, literature
Literature
Toril- a Tribute to the Forgotten Realms.
Toril
Here I sit, alone
On the world I call my own
A world that wasn't mine originally
But through a twist of fate I came here
The Tel'Quessir call it Abeir-Toril
Most just call it Toril
I just call it home
It is a world where Dragons fly
Through the skies
Where Brave knights abound
And where the Gods watch us all
Where a farmer can be a hero.
I came here long ago
Alone and lost
Afraid and touched by a sadness
That even now I have not forgotten
I have travelled far.
But my journey has not yet ended
Nor has it fully begun.
They call my kind, Warriors of the Wind
A name that is well earnt.
Although it has been many years
Darkness Drifting Low and Deep by charmsp1, literature
Literature
Darkness Drifting Low and Deep
Darkness drifting low and deep
ever seeping across the pyramid
low and behold! I say!
This is not what I seek!
I came across this group of friends
Alone and unaided and quite untried
I met a Druid with silver eyes
And hair as dark as a raven's wing
I found some friends so bold
Including one friend so fair
And a warrior so bold
I felt I had finally met
My friends for life
Some adventures did we have
We were a team we three
But as alas as Fate would have
It took a darker turn
Darkness drifted low and deep
Across us all
I lost one friend in a fateful fight
And I seemed to have lost another one
The warrior B