Item:Silver-edged parchment song scroll

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silver-edged parchment song scroll
Look:	This is a Bardic scroll, enscribed with the non-magical Bard song "The Eternal Sacrifice". It must be studied to be used. If it is being read by another, no one but that person can study it.
Weight:	5 stones
Metal:	Unknown
Appraised Cost:	375 Kronars300 Lirums <br />270.6 Dokoras <br />0.375 LTBpoints <br />0.375 Tickets <br />0.375 Scrips <br />
Properties:	This item is styled or has special functions for Bards.
Dimensions:	? length x ? width x ? height
Sources:	Sold by Songs of the Sands for 300 Lirums Source is Songs of the Sands

Song

You announce clearly, "I shall now sing 'The Eternal Sacrifice', a song of Peri'el's choice by Lethargy Silkyfingers."

"Lone,

brave,

wounded,

bound.

Eternity beneath the ground.

Fettered in the fetid gloom,

to Elanthia's somnolent Doom."

"When world was young and Thirteen's pride,

to better it, Immortals vied.

Tamsine wept to see the place

where mortal hearth and home would grace,

and Phelim took Her crystal tears

to light the night and banish fears.

Then Kertigen, with craft and might,

forged four moons to bless the night.

'Twas not His fault He wrought so well,

that within Grazhir's iron shell

was formed a Wyrm, first of Its kind,

born of flame and fertile mind."

"The Dragon's birth burst moon asunder,

drowning world in sudden thunder!

Conceived at forge's fiery core,

the frigid night was grievous sore!

In pain, in rage, with power fierce-

as Grazhir's shards Elanthia pierced-

Creation's end the Dragon sought,

and to prevent it, Immortals fought."

"In merciless flame, the world was bathed,

and even gods were not unscathed.

Peri'el, in sacrifice,

was not afraid to pay the price,

for though She could not ever die,

She suffered withered leg and eye!

And, wounded, the Wyrm sped in flight,

hurt'ling through the war-torn night."

"Its frenzied plunging dive It bore

into Elanthia's molten core,

where lava's passionate caress,

succored Wyrm's battle-distress.

Peri'el, so fierce in war,

ne'er faltered, pain ignored,

demanding gruff Truffenyi's aid

to Dragon's side, Her passage made."

"And there, by lava's crimson glow,

She watched Immortals' greatest foe-

restless as Its wounds were healed,

like molten metal, fresh-annealed.

And though despair rose in Her soul,

Her mind was focused on the goal:

If Gods' extremest force had failed,

could any action yet prevail?"

"She watched, absorbed, as It lay curled,

bathed in heart's blood of the world,

when image kindled in her mind-

a mother's actions, loving, kind,

to bring solace to restless child-

and hope, unhoped for, bursting wild!

Then intuition guided choice,

and Peri'el raised up Her voice..."

"'I gladly sing a charm of fire,

of flames that soothe, not burn with ire,

and lift the spirit ever higher,

like majestic, climbing spire,

or raging whirlwind's frantic gyre,

which never seems to wane or tire.'"

"'I challenge none with threat so dire-

instead, bring all to dream's desire,

where lilting tones might dare inspire

a sky of blue, like pure sapphire,

through which to speed, a fearless flier

with the wind your helpful squire.'"

"'For in mind's fierce and tangled briar,

can be found the World entire.

So when, to slumber, we retire,

(amidst the sounds of gentle choir)

we find us free of all quagmire,

enthralled in dreams, true joy's supplier...'"

"As ebbed Elanthia's wounded screams,

Phelim ranged the land of dreams

and saw the Dragon nestled small,

in slumber twined into a ball,

and at the edge of wakefulness,

Peri'el (with song's caress)

bidding It to stay asleep

in comfort in the molten deep."

"Realizing It could not be slain,

Phelim saw the answer plain:

He filled a sack with sleeping sands

and laid it in Peri'el's hands.

His hopeful look was clear to ask

if She'd accept the painful task:

to spin out poem, and song, and tale

'til time itself began to fail."

"And to this day, the Goddess sings

of sleep, and quiet, peaceful things.

Fettered in the fetid gloom

to our world's somnolent Doom.

Eternity beneath the ground-

Bound.

Wounded.

Brave.

Alone."

Your voice fades with a whisper, "All praise Peri'el."

Whistling

You whistle a few quiet notes from "The Eternal Sacrifice".
Others see: Jane whistles a few quiet, somber notes.