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"Hail, traveller. I am the ancient letters hewn unto good stone, covered in lichen and moss. Lays of a faraway land were breathed into me. I speak of times when the stars were forged, of battles long forgotten by men. Spare a moment in your journey if you please, and hear what I have to say." https://eastlandrunes.bandcamp.com/ User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.
Unravelling Of Rimes And Tales
22Black Skull Hanging On Snowy Spruce
23Languishing Of Tiamir, Lord Of Granite Knoll
24The Portly Oxen (A Wayside Inn)
25Ocean's Sigh
26Death Of Tiamir, Haunted By Shadows
27Cloaked In The Winter Lake Fog The Spirits Slumber
28Meditations In A Grotto
29Dungeon Of Tiamir, Where Foul Goblins Dwell
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