Hello Everyone,

In house Virtuosi, it's no secrete most students are required to embark on a path or discipline, associated with lots of vigorous training. As your newest recruit to the Bardic path, I wanted to share some of the fruits-of-labour that come from these lessons, usually hidden behind House doors.

Below are two poems, crafted by Cyrenian locals (a group effort)! All who came to help me progress in my career as a local poet (and not get devoured.)

May they bring joy to your day.

Special thanks to:
Roc
Marxi
Taelle
Elinia
AND PERL!

1st Poem
A home outside border
a place among stars
A spot of peace and order
This, too could be ours
But I care not for its gleaming ardor
For tonight I will be yours.


2nd Poem
The sun is rising over Vashnar mounts
While the moon fades during the morning counts

The dawn is greeted by the ringing bells
Which echo through the valley casting spells

And cascade through dreamy ears to wake us
Another day in Cyrene, beauteous

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Scarlatan, in the year 830 AF.