Of Dust on Grass, On Sand over Stone, mine eyes wept.
As Barbarian rubbed Fleck and Dredge over Pre-Potioned flesh.
And As Magic mends bone,
As Potion 'geals innards,
As Prayer steels heart,
The sinewy beast became Shaman, remembering the ghosts of his peoples,
The wanderers of frozen tundra, and their knowledge of nature's intricate puzzle.
Aye, I wept, cast aside with very last breaths, thinking without voice, Ho! brother
As I Lay Dying.
This has been a long day of battle. Welcome back to the living.
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