Far beyond the Borderlands,
Beneath the shadowed eaves,
The sighing wind blows,
And the elf maiden grieves.
In the sun, bright steel glints
War drums echos amid the dells.
The land stained red
Orc and Men alike fell.
In darkling fens
And vast caverns deep,
Shadows come alive
and death creeps.
Far beyond the Borderlands
There is no peace.
Will heroes march?
Will the maiden cease to weep?
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Forgive me, but I don't get it. Can you explain?
@Scott, I clarified it. It an idea for a setting for S&W Continual Light
I apologize for being such a pain. Thank you, I'm always eager to see what you come up with!
Look forward to seeing more of this Rob. How big of a setting are you thinking of here?
The map I drew is only a single 5 mile hex but I got some dungeons/adventures that should make it an interesting place.
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