Einhar-Themed Talent Competition
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Last edited by Volvia on May 2, 2019, 5:17:22 AM
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Einar's crossbow (stupid beast attached)
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Hope you enjoy exiles:)! | |
A villanelle by Wraeclast's finest poet—no, not you, Bestel. Einhar loves you though. How fitting for this competition to take place during International Poetry Writing Month!
Survivor? or Food? We will be best friends, beast—until we slaughter you! Let us revel in life's simple ways! You will be a survivor, or you will be food. Einhar loves beasts! Did you know that? The First Ones taught Einhar to love. We will be best friends beast—until we slaughter you! The end times are approaching. Did you know that? The First Ones taught Einhar to survive. You will be a survivor, or you will be food. Einhar loves poetry! Did you know that? The First Ones taught Einhar to write. We will be best friends, beast—until we slaughter you! The end times are upon us. Did you know that? The First Ones taught Einhar to survive. You will be a survivor, or you will be food. The ancient rituals of blood must be observed, But you already knew that, my friend. Yes, We will be best friends, beast—until we slaughter you; You will be a survivor, or you will be food. edits:
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changed periods to exclamation points for the lines containing "Einhar loves beasts!" and "Einhar loves poetry!"; changed "have taught" to "taught" where Einhar speaks of love.
Last edited by Eyks272 on Apr 17, 2019, 5:25:01 AM
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Hey. There are so many beautiful works! Good luck to everyone <3
Here's my entry. Hope you enjoy it. high resolution
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https://i.imgur.com/IWTUsae.jpg
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Einhar's Business
Through empty fields and mountains bleak Einhar wanders alone seeking rhoa's wail. They fight and banter all tangled up Until its blood fills First Ones' cup The mighty Einhar lays big beasts meek Helped time and again by strong exiles Witches, Templars, Scions and Duelists He loves them all, though they forget nets And know not what their capture begets. For them an item, one more for the pile For Einhar, words from the one that was lost Whispers from the one he misses so dearly She is a survivor, though she is dead With red stringy hair she survives in his head They will meet at the Great Grove, no matter the cost. Einhar sacrifices beast after beast Until First Ones' cries fill Einhar's ears. But his nets never catch another survivor No sacrifice will ever revive her. Einhar's hunt continues from west to east But in all those years searching coast to coast Einhar never found the Vaunted Great Grove Where his family, friends, and beloved sleep Waiting for spiders or crabs from deep. Until the last survivor leaves his post Einhar strides through Wraeclast, the hour late He loves its people, but Einhar is still lonely Hunting with exiles whose footsteps glow. They play at surviving, but in the end Einhar knows Surviving is his burden, the Great Grove his fate. | |
Hey GGG, fans and players,
Here is my work for you - Einhar waiting for another new adventure in coniferous forests :) |
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:) Last edited by cmmSparrow on Apr 17, 2019, 12:27:08 PM
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I dont use drugs
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