The ParchmentThe ParchmentCrumbling, ancient, yellow,Breaking beneath my hand,What secrets do you keepHidden under Time's cruel sand?The pen that scratched the wordsdeep into your ancient skinHas long since fled, is long since lost,All secrets lost with him.The ink that once was clear as dayIs faded now beyond our sight,Whatever wisdom you once heldHas fled into the deeping night.
The White Flame part 3THE WHITE FLAME - PART 3RAVEN: We must go back to the city.BLOODWIND: They'll trap us there!RAVEN: At least we will die in our own homes.BLOODWIND: We'll be slaughtered like vermin.RAVEN: No the city will offer us protection.BLOODWIND: It will offer us death.RAVEN: We have more chance there than out here, being picked off one by one. Bloodwind there we have shelter, some food, and more weapons. Here we have nothing. Do you truly think we can survive open war? Look at the men their courage is waning, their strength is dying. Will you refuse them the knowledge of dying defending their own home? Take them