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<nowiki>*Hymn to Hodierna*<br>
<nowiki>*Hymn to Hodierna*</nowiki><br>
by Dorrad F'llanna<br>
</nowiki>by Dorrad F'llanna</nowiki><br>
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Our praises be to you, goddess so bright;<br>
Our praises be to you, goddess so bright;<br>
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Light of knowledge shines bright at her breast;<br>
Light of knowledge shines bright at her breast;<br>
Her right hand the sheaf, her left hand dread fear;<br>
Her right hand the sheaf, her left hand dread fear;<br>
Grant us strength to rise to her test.<br></nowiki>
Grant us strength to rise to her test.<br>

Revision as of 12:34, 29 June 2021

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delicate pearl-white parchment
Look: A delicate pearl-white parchment is carefully rolled to protect the delicate lettering and painting inside.
Weight: Unknown
Metal: Unknown
Appraised Cost: 6000 Kronars4,800 Lirums <br />4,329.6 Dokoras <br />6 LTBpoints <br />6 Tickets <br />6 Scrips <br />
Properties:
  • This item is styled or has special functions for Clerics.
Dimensions: 3 length x 3 width x 1 height
Sources: Source is Scriptorium
         *Hymn to Hodierna*
</nowiki>by Dorrad F'llanna</nowiki>


Our praises be to you, goddess so bright;
Bring spring's renewal and soul-stealing blight;
Bridge builder, field sower, nurturing light;
Terrible rider on Midwinter's Night.

Asketi is the dread, black hag;
Cold-hearted crone, blighter of fields;
Stealer of children from cozy, warm beds;
Our fear the cold, dark sword she wields.

Berengaria brings us the first light of dawn;
Grand lady, she walks sprouting field;
Sheaves of grain, she carries in honey-brown arms;
Lost children, she makes darkness yield.

Uniting them both, Hodierna, she stands;
Light of knowledge shines bright at her breast;
Her right hand the sheaf, her left hand dread fear;
Grant us strength to rise to her test.