Fittingly, in the month named for the Great Bard, 712 years after the fall of the Empire, Lyaeus the travelling minstrel walked the streets of the land as usual, but with a new poem upon his lips:

Death from above
Death from below
Death from the common tasks you know

A fiery demise in Shastaan
A tree in the blackest wood
A strange fall in Genji
Pure chance claimed once they stood

In Petra slipped a blade
In Inbhir twas the rock
A frog gone bad in the Savannah
No resolution for all the talk

The latest the most grievous
A key stuck in the craw
Dread humming heralds death
All felled by the same claw?

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Summary: Lyaeus composed a new poem to mark the recent string of strange deaths among denizens.


Penned by My hand on the 21st of Scarlatan, in the year 712 AF.