Looking out over the horizon ( hero) became lost deep in his own thoughts this land such rugged beauty but as cold as thesnow beneath my feet. We struggle valiantly against the constant cold of our home. Wild beasts that make a ( race) cringe at the mere site of them. And the orcs and trolls never ending raids on our village's most young children spend their childhoods in laughter and innocence. Ours is spent taking up arms and learning how to merely survive


Thou knowest all; I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed -
The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all; I sit and wait
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the veil
And the first opening of the gate.

Thou knowest all; I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
in some divine eternity.
There is no knowledge that is not power