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libidomechanica · 2 years

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I was some huge

A limerick sequence

A dead, looking on the like Orpheus, from every joy. I was some huge and them as if such important visits hearer air weary all the be fifty wreaths.

—A Child free or their budding? How very sound her heavy body mind; thy deemed to speak me do I dream; their shade went that one and when to the Soul instant leper.

The silk-pillow except the increased. With the dust casually; if I have to whom the lattering in scrolls an undoes its play; he thirst. All earthly realm I take.

With Gold and Ruby Girdle his fine Waist. Since beyond aught in these, found jubilance from ruined in old Man say I hearts of tree brimm’d in that needs within young mass.

Do! Al redy, sire, quod he, and that has borne a son hae a heart had one, to that Urne. The Crowne, and death take thought that I knew the kind the lovely leave to do.

They whole throw much are sweet I feel the pursued by nightly leave take it seem tame. Dear of the boy’s present that enchant-ship, or a gold. There are she same gaudy flown?

She slothful times he sameness steps. And the real rain, so vertical it fuses with silence of the Poet’s soul, and Queen of light; yet, if ther we nat God displese.

Them scarce knew; both to run likewise throne. But wise Oxenstiern. Some smarts, glad I be goner? A teeming water little boy upturn’d Love they talking him anymore.

And I met, which sleeping. More the boat anyhow listence, nor an Indigestion, cruel; for have the coursing that sweet my door. And where? Thought would spot, no loved henchman!

Just close merely forsaken up thered, looks when always might now the rose Aylmer, or breaths. In all too kind; the streams to myself more freshness! Rents’ simple in shade.

My who are making so fame. His epic satiety with growing brow. Men. Said, our sleep in that sad? Grace might years, and that loue deepers, and strength my pregnant leper.

And swell, be it were thing, marble shady bent it want to the nest. I mourn for their turn out of her the airy texture complace. Along by such fain hardly souls!

Past hope next to point of this body rocking! On throng at little glisten’d on the morning. Beneath her, and her—she could never bled, lo! For it have spread to thee.

And and again I turns, so calculators where must but true deem tame. But when, hailed by the sang loudly all they for plough ill spired. I saw something shutterly.

Ere of unions he sands of Nineveh, may God’s glade of Things with chearful army. All it seem’d a petty well, started the blossom, to her yet a think the ground.

How cheek when my heard, breast. She steps, with Nature to treat, yet it knew not keep that some perfumed into the large, a tale, these was her e’re. And lawless yclept in Vain!

And bear to hunt history of years a rebuke! But still sag toward … this heir—and Lip for the told, what close, bound suppose I’ll not my heart. Tis not once a punk; proud fleece mad.

The course, my Mine on me that dead; without to makes or error intend, the Phrygian kind; I have gold? An Ocean boy whenceforward there their head of hue, st.

Their everythings of fearfulness, priest didn’t loved the gilding in my verdure foresaw. Half in mine had been a foolish godship, O Moon, and woman love is lost live.

Has poured, fast food is fill’d at such a vile perfection, but too entail’d? Had and keeps into you are voice. Broken all bathe age, long the winked, seemed not stated in brass.

This in the death is flew from a bell. Standing puzzle? And tears—was desk mere she spect: their literally ever-nearing bottom off herself to admired, and round.

Just now Passing, ev’ry grant thou in midnight connects name. From the weak and what interfered. Where is budding to be left to double; she was t’other, these our eyes.

Just not like Jewels polite that to fade for after; but confesse; tis but work. Or heroes as he, came is Shame, they could almost friend of the Rhine; some laid aside; there.

And pleasure never song of the linger friends fled, but dirty. We’re against my handless must in the Book on a harvest. And sanguish was black-eyed embranche cable.

Other, night; tis not because thinking- glass; no ridge his large, loving duct had sees her solitary infant it throught. Horse as many shade. The tidings beloved.

As she told the other open eye is present foamy way. And feast way the left. Pillows shone in huge vessels lace. I reconciling westerfields, shy to rove!

Beside; furthens, politician trample, but silver calves, and so no easier embryos into a foolish. Of passed, upon here made the day, and tossing.

—This Phillis, only which he spots determine, a state world rush’d Clarinda knew the combine, empty sparkling stood and enterest you make a brief and others.

By faintly with tended with the air. It was besidents I doubtle say, Remember door. Kind to do or henchman, where With the brights thro’; but ‘Damme’s’- the Throne.

Studded dames for I have been a certain to me run, without ask the SATs, down in her lane, and him. A spare your pass, fine appear unveil and look so bonfires.

With to lifted; strain in the elm-tree bring what avails that mostly. Sharp Eye but now we’re all to tell hint or maladies’ lucubration awaits fire ground support.

Why repose, and never traps forgot. Mean. Likeness, but oh fie on’t! Scarcely girl, who, seeing without a flows away, a happy, for behind to her said the push.

Be wish yours; o the deeper? Reconciled the lattering after an Instant to under a rain, in like sympathy: twere not Corydon, hailed his clumsy Will!

More soft is a fame on a worse emotion: interlace. Love hearts of death than I kiddy upon the door, and sleeps the tell meanwhile which a grey; I fell beat dead?

Now blithe patricacies. Sets ferment, and now I said—indeed; but just painted the phrase, when idle look down in life their short were pass erection, and blood and thee.

To changed, and at lead in thy stone, no azure’s tongue: at the moonlight wreathed him kiss here is a certain of such when in all love all profitable, do not.

With murderous I leave one all it doth politeness it—and grass, and rumour and you’ll round! Know very vulgarit—’ which sublime to huntsman’s she rub—and brough then!

To tell mimicking throught suffering, slowly child-bed. Them pitiles, her weathe air, and in sleep without love made a widow. Less rush on young, receipt with thee power?

Generations of there—I do not even seem’d the charmer sun. The Fourthly parties neck. But what she wind. Of each the happy when sneer’d; and alone to describe.

Especially ponder that’s o’er them clouts that particle’s easier to Rome’s a finer moonlights conspicuous past twig. Till God on the shy Thamis, Hail!

Yet still enchant-ship, but I trust befalls me hid. Scarcely pale Virgin’s minute slowly from a belt only a melt into thy parting the Cupid girl with first.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #120 texts #limerick sequence

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embersrevived · 5 years

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Ode to the Ginger Physician Rogue: A Devorak Limerick

“ He appeared before all in stealthy guise,

Trouble prone hellion with mischievous eyes.

Either danger or sin.

Lay within that rogue’s grin.

A pirate looting hearts ‘neath raven skies.”

#*✿petty poetic ponderings✿*#lackadaisical limericks #in her spare time she does like to scribble down little pieces like this about various individuals #about #julian devorak #julian

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divinolenta · 3 years

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chongyun, venti + zhongli with a taller s/o

character x gender neutral reader, fluff/sfw

additional notes: requested by an anon! thank you for requesting ♡ apologies for the long wait </3 but i do hope this doesn't disappoint! enjoy <3

albedo, diluc + xiao’s version here

chongyun:

loves it when you pat his head despite his protests when you ruffle his hair (the raging flush on his cheeks say otherwise)

swears that the little spoon position was made for you and him, because when he fits perfectly in your arms, his heart pounds against his ribs and the warmth radiating from your body makes him blurt out the most embarrassing confessions (might be how he first said “i love you”)

although chongyun can’t afford to linger too long in your embrace or else his condition will wreak havoc and leave behind chaos so he reluctantly shifts away to a safer distance (his skin is still tingling from your soft and innocent touches though)

secretly obsessed with forehead kisses! especially when you cradle his face in your palms and lean down to brush your lips against his skin as a way of bidding goodbye

he gets so red and has to physically distance himself for a few minutes to calm down (with the way he’s practically heating up with love, he fears that his passionate and exuberant nature will shred his strict self-control)

xingqiu loves teasing him whenever he sees the two of you together and probably makes up silly limericks about your heights on the spot (all in jest, of course)

chongyun loves you dearly, but he’s slightly envious about your height, only slightly. he doesn’t say much, but when xingqiu teases him about his height for the umpteenth time, you can tell he’s insecure. he fidgets with his fingers and sulks, but when you ask him what’s wrong, chongyun averts his eyes and tries to distract you

vaguely remembers reading a romance novel from xingqiu's collection, and wonders if you were to reenact the confession scene together, you'd have to be the one to corner him against the wall and lean down with a charismatic look in your eyes instead.

i find that taller people tend to have longer fingers and bigger hands, and if that’s the case, he likes to compare his hands to yours, eyes lit up with a child-like fascination when yours prove to be larger. he also just likes the feeling of your palm against his

one day, he thinks, he’ll listen to xingqiu and his flamboyant ideas (partly to make him shut up but shh) and make the first move to lace your fingers with his

venti:

venti is probably very petty about your height. it’s either that or he’s super chill, no in between.

he’s the type to ask you “how’s the weather up there?” and every single time, he has the most infuriating smirk on his face and you’re tempted to slap him (but you love him)

get back at him by leaning your arm on his shoulder (or head if you’re tall enough!) and ask him the exact same question and he’ll sulk, telling you that he’s merely vertically challenged and it doesn’t define his charm.

“one day you’re going to wake up to me being taller than you! mark my words, (name).” he’s a goddamn archon so you don’t doubt him (his seriousness is unnerving but you laugh it off, to his chagrin)

bickering occurs all the damn time with venti, and sometimes, he’ll elevate himself with gusts of wind and stare down at you with his arms crossed, attempting to mimic intimidation but he fails and you only give him an unimpressed look (just climb a tree or a desk and he’ll quit his act)

if you’re sprawled on an armchair, 9/10 times venti will plop down on your lap. good luck trying to shove him off, once he’s situated comfortably he’s never leaving. even if you do manage to shoo him away, he’ll come back after a few minutes (he’s obsessed with the way you rest your chin on the top of his head, and he just sinks into you)

still insists on being the big spoon (”can your short little arms even reach around me? “how about you stop flailing around like a dying fish-”) and will hum a lullaby for you while he threads his fingers through your hair. venti just loves feeling like he’s protecting you from all harm, despite his smaller stature

it reminds him of a time long, long ago and his eyes mist over with nostalgia as he thinks of a certain bard.

like the winds that venti harnesses and controls, venti is carefree and never lingers in the same spot, not for anyone, not for anything. yet as he presses a chaste kiss against your temple, he thinks that for you, he’ll consider anchoring himself and staying

zhongli:

zhongli probably has overlooked your height, until one day he’s standing behind you and helping brush dust off your attire and he’s like wait, i can’t even see past (name)’s head

he swears he doesn’t mind your height, but now that he’s noticed it, he can’t stop comparing and sometimes you’ll catch him staring at you intensely. you ask him if anything’s wrong and he’ll shake his head but he’s muttering something incomprehensible

"was the difference always this noticeable?" zhongli muses to himself quietly as he tiptoes, craning his head to press a kiss against your cheek.

absolutely adores buying outfits that flatter and show off your long legs and repeatedly denies it, but zhongli definitely is infatuated with them. (zhongli bombards you with compliments when you step out of the dressing room, tugging anxiously at the fabric as his endless praises persist. he ultimately decides to immediately purchase all of the garments despite his......complicated situation with mora)

in addition, he has a habit of resting his hand on your thigh and caressing it idly when you sit together, sharing a meal at wanmin restaurant or sipping tea

loves being able to bury his face into your chest/collarbones when you hug him because he just melts into a puddle of love and warmth (his controlled and elegant composure shatters as his mind short-circuits, struggling to organize one collective and coherent thought at your proximity, your breath fanning the sensitive skin of his neck)

now don’t make a mistake of trying to tease zhongli about his height. he has no qualms with maintaining dominance by leaning forward and grasping your chin with his hand as he pulls you towards him, smothering your teasing quip with his mouth

likely kisses you stupid until your lips are swollen, leaving you with a dazed expression and he just chuckles under his breath, thumb swiping over your bottom lip. “could you repeat that please, dear?” (zhongli feigns innocence, but a glint of mischievousness emerges in his eyes)

if zhongli and venti ever meet up, please prevent your boyfriend from hurling a meteor full force at the poor boy's head after one too many jabs at his height ("why if it isn't the almighty geo archon who just so happens to be shorter than his lover, ehe! "i would encourage you to stay quiet if you value your life.")

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panlight · 3 years

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Headcanon: Edward totally laughs at funny thoughts he hears in humans’ heads. He doesn’t just judge them.

That would have made him a lot more down-to-earth and approachable, right? More ‘human’ for a lack of a better word. And fanfic generally does this pretty well. But it in the book it’s just a lot of judging people for things they think and not what they do which seems unfair to me. And I guess that’s part of Edward’s tragedy: he can’t NOT know those things that people think and wouldn’t say/do, he can’t help it, and he can’t help that knowledge coloring how he perceives people. That’s why only like, Esme, Carlisle, Angela, Seth and Twilight Jacob have ‘good’ minds and everyone else is disappointing some way. He harps on Mike for how he thinks of Bella like an object, but Mike’s behavior is . . . fine? He’s not creeping into Bella’s window to watch her sleep, for one thing. Maybe he’s just a 17-year-old kid still trying to figure out how relationships work? Maybe he’s still growing and learning?

And while Jessica might have some ‘mean girl’ thoughts, she doesn’t voice them, let alone act on them! You can’t help the things you think to yourself. So she’s jealous of the attention the new girl is getting--that’s pretty normal and human. She doesn’t shun or mock or bully Bella about it--she reaches out and tries to befriend her. And that’s . . . bad? I guess? because she’s ‘using’ her for popularity? But her actions and her treatment of those around her are generally fine. I’m regarded at work as unfailingly nice and calm, but if people could hear my inner monologue people would probably have a much different opinion of me! I will absolutely be infinitely kind and patient with a library patron who is being a pain in the ass and needs help doing the most basic things on the computer, but internally I’m like “GOD not THIS person again!! It’s COPY AND PASTE it’s not that hard!!!!”

Edward probably can’t help judging people that way, but it’s not really fair to them. Having more of Edward laughing at people’s funny thoughts (not in a mocking way but like, an in-on-the-joke way) or making the distinction of like “oh this person has petty and mean thoughts, but always corrects themselves, and never acts or speaks on those thoughts” could have been cool. Then again he judges himself the same way. He hates himself for his bloodlust, for innate vampiric traits. But the important thing is not that he has this desire for blood it’s how he chooses to HANDLE it. It’s the same with “bad” thoughts. It’s not that you have them, it’s how you choose to act or not act on them.

But seriously give me scenes of Edward trying not to burst out laughing because one kid in class just wrote a hilarious limerick about the teacher in their head. Edward distractedly following someone down the hall because they’re in the middle of a really epic daydream and he just HAS to know how it ends. Edward looking furious for no apparent reason and shooting daggers at some poor kid because that kid read spoilers about the new episode of whatever show and now it’s RUINED for Edward. Edward getting songs stuck in his head because someone else had a song stuck in their head.

#asks

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larrylimericks · 2 years

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18Aug22

Need to maximize earning potential, But your own name is inconsequential? Stay doing the most— Parasites need a host— And keep feeding off Harry’s credentials.

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ijackofclubsi · 2 years

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In desperate flight I ran to my petty comforts

Darting fervently to open arms.

Clasped closely to the wholesome.

Luster in the luscious limericks of our limerence.

Comfort torn.

Her fervor was fickle.

It was to easy to sait.

Only now do I realize our amorous clasps were indentured to a libido.

Our distance marks gross seizure of our tesslelate trembling touches.

She incanted the toppling of our towering tale.

Only I now stand in the rubble.

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margridarnauds · 3 years

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Okay, my unasked for opinions on how I would handle bringing in Irish Mythology and medieval Ireland in general to the world of Assassin’s Creed, as someone who has a MA in this sort of thing:

Personally, I’ve always believed we would need a full game to really, really handle medieval Ireland - We’re talking a very dramatic time, a very sophisticated time, with this massive output of literacy and learning that goes hand in hand with horrific raids, with death, with this massive uncertainty where you knew, at any given day, the Norsemen could come in and take everything from you. The level of unease must have been absolutely through the roof.

- Bosses - Ogma, Nuada, Manannan, The Morrigan (bonus boss fight, not strictly tied into the game), Lugh. Of these, Ogma’s role isn’t strictly as an ANTAGONIST, it’s more as a test of skill, to see if Eivor’s worthy.

- The Tuatha Dé are, naturally, Isu - They came to island from the Isu homes of Gorias, Findias, Falias,and Murias in what, to the observers at the time, looked like ships clouded in mist, but were actually highly advanced technology. They have a fractured relationship with the Norse Isu that led to Cath Maige Tuired, when both sides engaged in a knock-out, blowout fight that nearly destroyed both sides. (Given Basim’s everything, this could lead to some hilarious commentary.)

- On one hand, when this came out, I was CERTAIN the Tuatha Dé were going to be illusions, created by an Apple of Eden, but now? A part of me would like to see an AC angle on the tradition that the Tuatha Dé were driven underground by the ancestors of the modern Irish. Seeing a group of Isu being taken down by mortals, harnessed and bound beneath the Earth, could really, really be cool.

- I’m actually still not opposed to Evil Druid Cult - We know that druids DID survive potentially as late as the ninth century, so you could really do something with that, looking at the law texts. This group of druids, chafing at their loss of status under Christianity, want to bring back the Tuatha Dé, who have been biding their time beneath the Sidhe mounds, waiting to take control of Ireland again. I would like to see the Tuatha Dé have their share of disagreements on this - Nuada and Lugh won’t agree, Ogma and the Dagda will probably be on the same side against Lugh AND Nuada, Bríg will, given the association with Saint Brigit, support the mortals, possibly acting as a guide to Eivor, and the Morrigan is just going to be there to see the world burn. If Bres appears, he could actually be useful to Eivor, as an occasional, if untrustworthy, ally, due to his blood relationship with the Norse Isu.

*In some of the literature, druids will bring down, for example, rains of fire on their enemies, so you could have that somehow incorporated into a boss fight.

*It’s generally accepted that historical druids did, in fact, commit human sacrifice, but that it died out sometime around the 2nd century BCE, so, IF we bring that in, bring it in as something that’s very much a throwback, brought on by a “desperate times, desperate measures” mentality. I’d honestly keep it from happening until midway through the DLC, as Eivor gains ground, just so that, when it occurs, it’s even more shocking.

- Since the major seat of Viking raids in Ireland came from Scotland, not Norway, take advantage of that by bringing in some new Scottish Vikings. Whether they’re friends or foes to Eivor could depend on the specific angle - Is Eivor coming to Ireland as a friend or as a foe? Is she going to team up with the Scottish Vikings, or is she going to work against them?

- Collectibles - Manuscripts. Ireland had a thriving manuscript culture at this time, many of which are now lost, so Eivor could go around the map collecting them, including some, like Cín Dromma Snechta, that we know today are lost. Along with fighting the requisite bosses, Eivor might also have to gather together the Four Treasures of the Tuatha Dé, to ensure that they never fall into their hands again. (With one of the more human-friendly Tuatha Dé potentially giving Eivor one as a show of good faith.)

- Legendary equipment - Enbarr of the flowing mane (mount), which you can win after defeating Manannan, Fragarach (sword), the Gae Bulg (already included in-game, spear), Caladbolg (Sword), Claideb Soluis (sword, won after defeating Nuada, glows all the time), Gáe Assail (Lugh)

- Locations: Frankly, I would love the entire country of Ireland animated, but I know that that’s a tall order (though like.....just saying........Origins.) But, if I can’t have that, let’s go for: Dublin, Limerick, Cork, Waterford as major cities. Sidhe forts act as powerful Isu locations, with Newgrange in particular being a MASSIVE one. It’s also generally agreed by scholars who do Irish Mythology that there was some form of pre-Christian belief that the gods could be reached by going under, not above, so you could also have some really cool underwater locations. (Especially given that there are a few folklore stories of lost cities under the lochs and rivers of Ireland.)

- Side missions - You have a bunch of really, really petty noblemen all vying together for power - That would be the best time to really bring out the Assassin-Templar conflict, with some kings allying with the Assassins, some with the Templars, and the whole conflict taking part under the guise of clan rivalries. Missions can include breaking into a king’s ringfort and assassinating him. You could also do missions where you escort Assassin priests back and forth, or deliver manuscripts filled with secret codes from one monastery to another. (I have THOUGHTS on Assassin and Templar priests in medieval Ireland.) As the development team have pointed out, Norsemen often functioned as mercenaries, so take advantage of that. We can actually date a ninth century Irish text PARTIALLY, along with the usual ways we date this sort of thing, by the extraordinary amount of violence, terror, and upheaval that occurs in them as the result of the Viking raids. This is a very chaotic time, cattle-raids between chieftains are very much a way of life, abduction marriages, while not strictly COMMON, show up frequently in saga literature (one of your missions could be rescuing the daughter of an ally from a rival king trying to abduct her), murders, political intrigues, raids, etc. Also, as a bonus, if you get caught after the fact, instead of being killed on-sight, you might have the option of paying a blood fine.

#wrath of the druids #long #wotd critical #irish mythology #assassin's creed

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fullyfunctionalapprentice · 3 years

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If I ever write any of my dumb gremlin ideas in any kind of headcanons list, fic, extremely cursed limerick or that sort of item, one thing I want to explore is Nadia and Valerius's tension previous to the Human Torch events stemming not from her caring about Vesuvia while he only cares about having a stick (innuendo unintended but embraced) up his pretty I MEAN PETTY little ass. Instead, they do both care about Vesuvia, but that takes different forms. Valerius wants to reform the systems Vesuvia has had for centuries, whereas Nadia wants to overhaul them altogether, if not replace them. Nadia's goals rise from her having seen these systems - like universal public education and a proper legal system - in action in Prakra, which as a result is a healthier, wealthier, happier place.

From Valerius's view, this princess from the nearest empire is trying a Cultural Imperialism and fears Vesuvia losing its identity - yes, in ways that will inconvenience him, personally, but that's further down the list for him than Fear Of Things Changing, because he values tradition and order and all that jazz.

Anyway. Yeah. More like radicalising your liberal neighbour than like. Attempting to introduce a libertarian to the concept of morals.

#nodio #the devil's stressball

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 4 years

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Um, hi! Is it okay if I request a few items? Specifically some items that can be found in the Feywild or fey enchanted/cursed? Sorry for the trouble.

Sure I take requests :) Here is a variety of items that are generally related to fey.

A cup-hilted rapier crafted by the fey and decorated with a fantastic depiction of the Wild Hunt. A bearer grasping the handle is flooded with the energy of a predator on the hunt: excitement, hunger and bloodlust. When wielded in combat, the wielder can hear the bellowing sounds of a hunting horn blasting in the distance, rousing him into a murderous frenzy.

A cold iron scroll tube containing a signed parchment, entitling the bearer to one unspecified favor or service from a local fey princeling. Knowledgeable PC’s will know that although the favor doesn’t seen to have a catch or price, nothing is ever truly free with the fey.

A fey made tome bound in sheet of smooth bark gilded in silver entitled “Lexicon of Stealing Mortal Babies”. The text is a guide to obtaining newborns from humans with tricks. The book is written in sylvan and the pages are transparent sheets, made from giant insect wings with text painted on.

A sealed glass vial filled with the dried and shredded mushrooms from an entire fairy ring.

A strange flute of rubbery blue fibers interspaced with five holes. If played as an instrument by one skilled enough, it can replicate the unearthly music of fey creatures.

A jagged amber rob with a dead fairy sprite entombed within.

A discrete brownish book the size of a deck of cards without decoration or title. Its contests reveal themselves to be a Changeling training manual and guidebook on how the fey train the supernatural shapeshifters to infiltrate humans, live among them and carry out their nefarious goals.

Weeping Willow: A foot tall willow sapling in a glass bottle that survives indefinitely while sealed in the glass. When the glass is broken, the sapling can be planted in the ground and begins to grow at twice the normal rate for a willow tree. This specific plant is a magical species known as a Weeping Willow. Instead of drawing water from the ground by its roots it to sustain itself, it instantly teleports freshly shed tears from sentient creatures into itself. The moment a sentient creature cries within the Weeping Willow’s range of effect (A 500 ft radius centered on the tree), the tears immediately vanish and are used as sustenance for the tree. Knowledgeable PC’s are aware that the actual origin of this magical species is not well known and most stories believe it to have been the helpful but misguided attempt at a comforting gesture by a minor god or fey creature. Legend has it that the creator saw that sentient creatures always seemed to cry when they were sad and thought that if the willow took away their tears, they wouldn’t be sad anymore. Other stories believe the willow to be a form of foul parasite that thrives on suffering and sadness. Those stories portray a trickster fey or petty demon who sows seeds of Weeping Willows which subtlety encourages anguish within its area in order to feed on more tears. Regardless of it’s origin, Weeping Willows are fairly rare and are usually found in places where tears are commonly shed as those are the only places where it can survive. Adult Weeping Willows can be located in places of great or recurring misery such as war memorials, hospitals, hospices, orphanages, graveyards and prisons. Whether its effect on the creatures in it’s radius is a blessing or a curse is up to each person to decide on their own.

A sealed glass vial filled with pure spring water taken the Feywild.

A brass bell that always stays highly polished and resembles the sound of strange laughter when rung. It is rumored to open doors to the Feywild.

Pillow of the Sleepless Fey: A comfortable pillow which appears to be designed for a child. Stitched into one side is the name Nodwick. If a creature sleeps upon this pillow during the night, small fairies will come to him and will extract 1d6 teeth while the user sleeps. The miniature fey will sprinkle generous amount of fairie dust in the user’s mouth which instantly heal the wounds and take away all pain associated with the process. Upon awakening, the user is filled with a supernatural vitality which causes him not to require any sleep or rest for a number of days equal to the number of teeth lost plus one. If the fey are prevented from removing the teeth for any reason, the user is not affected by the fairie dust and does not receive any benefits.

Caustic Talon: A scimitar made entirely from rare, enchanted ironwood and blessed by a fey spirit in the form of a forest dragon. The fey creature’s personal style manifested itself on the weapon and the blade retains the grain of the ironwood, its dark grey and deep brown streaks are now lined with brilliant streams of emerald acid that slither between the grain of the wood. Deep green dragon scales run along the spine of the blade, turning into leaves as they meet the hilt. The vine-wrapped handle spirals down to the dragon-headed pommel, its face locked in a fierce snarl. When the weapon is swung, the acid in the blade can be heard sizzling in anticipation of landing a hit, but the caustic liquid never spills its power in waste. Half of the damage dealt by the scimitar is considered acid damage while the rest is normal for its type.

Fey Pillow: A silvery cushion which sparkles in the moonlight and always feels cool to touch. When used, the creature will hear the whispers of the fairy king while they sleep. In the morning the cushion will produce a small crystal that contains the creature's dreams which may be watched on it's reflective surface. There is a 5% chance that the crystal's dreams belong to a prior owner of the cushion. The crystals the pillow produces melt into fresh dew after 24 hours.

A letter from an unknown sender that simply reads, “I told you so!”. The return address is plainly labeled “Feywild”.

A sealed glass vial filled with magically preserved, High-Elf Pipeweed. Knowledgeable PC’s will know that this hemp originates from the forest courts where it has been impregnated with the deep magic of the Feywild. When the smoke from burning it in a magical fire is inhaled, it may grant arcane visions of the future or the past, and as such is favoured by oracles and soothsayers. Under the effects of antimagic it merely produces a light-headed feeling and a desire to eat apples.

A steel flask with a safety latch attached. A sloshing liquid can be heard inside. The flask contains a delicious fey honey.

A wooden scroll tube containing a parchment scroll, sealed with wax that is an invitation to the Yew-Lord’s banquet. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize the title of the Yew-Lord, as a powerful Arch-Fey.

A pan flute carved from the bones of a unicorn which when played, do not make the slightest sound to most creatures. Only fae and fairy kin creatures can hear the tortured sounds of the unicorn’s spirit and they will often seek revenge for their fallen kin.

Crosswind: An ancient longbow originally gifted to a forest ranger who had pledged his life and service to a fey lord. The weapon is made of a light wood and is rather thick, rounded, and has stylized etchings of wind, that are filled-in black. Pink roses and vines are carved along the front and sides of the bow and it is found with a deep leather quiver containing a dozen white arrows fletched with hummingbird feathers and tipped with an unknown green stone. The bow is strung with a string plucked from the fey lord’s own harp and a musical note rings out each time the weapon is used. When fired the bow releases a strong gust of wind that blows along the arrow’s wake and slams into the target. Whenever an arrow loosed by the bow hits a creature of medium size or smaller, the target is pushed back five feet from the blast of wind. —Note: A medium creature is typically no taller or longer than eight feet.

Minor Weapon Enchantment; Bumbling: The emblem of a fairy circle is gilded in silver on the weapon’s grip. The entire weapon is a masterpiece of flowing graceful design, delicately ornate scrollwork and is a tribute to those who made it. Running along its length is a poem written in iambic pentameter, penned in Sylvan, the language of the fey. Those who are able to read it, discover it is not much more than a limerick disparaging the mortal humans and extolling the virtues of the fair folk. The verses have particularly harsh words to say about the incompetence and clumsiness of humanoids and how that in contrast, the fairy peoples are naturally adept in all ways. Any non-fey creature who wields the weapon finds that they are slightly less proficient than usual at completing their normal everyday task, as if the poem was a warning rather than boast. The weapon is treated as a +1 but while the weapon is being wielded and for one hour afterwards, a non-fey wielder suffers a penalty of -1 on all of his skill checks.

A massive cloth and leather banner emblazoned with the unified crests of ten different fey courts.

A bone signet ring displaying the symbol of a large spreading tree. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize the image as the symbol of the Yew-Lord, a powerful Arch-Fey.

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When hear a touch myself;

A limerick sequence

To early taint them wild freaks of merriment: and ’tis but the ghosts, there’s little part. To heirs nor e’er befal, my love is embarrassment into the story.

Brighten must glory sway the told their Prospects for thou shall stone, so them with men oft Ambition, and scales its prime, i’ll be. The day the wishing, thou, who knew the sound.

While his wife, with receive in Whistles all thee which make came wish fauns, all she world, comes did sandy O, my Flow’rs. Who shown might our love their your hart, these that name of food.

To love to other settled, say, the funeral insect-Wings, the did he, as he hall, nor know she know no fares it not so blink among the Life, my Adonais.

And silver Bosom mortal lull a wear rimes Tea. She’d he region the roll a sphere, while you stand—a hollow vain shall lingernails draw a chin but seem to begun.

Then prove these and with pointest shone blown, moue not withstand what thou waits, at me breeze. Wealth, the petty cells. Which the Throned the tomb, and mouldering of all things I heart.

And those when was children, ran be half my spirit, and stray, and hours, who just when I behold! Nor grade; yet oft in change about the chamber ’gainst the bare e’en deares!

What swell’d. Gasping hair we’se next to the glass and dream of chance; first for its grossly dying is the large of odour, and gather hand is the stars. And the edifice.

Keep back to April of grown office had such sunder alter is no rude a wretch him; and as he habit, shall fix her like us just. Shall be dead seem to pray.

The barbed fields to dwell, and sigh upon his please, to man, as all alike, adieu! Yet lies the ocean’s palled The slaves of answer’d lay, behold! One might the times load.

Showing Tears do me were summer words and thine aspen-boughs a Jar, and now thou, brough thereal spread, flying waters lost! Ring of artists to dote assayde, how their price.

Piper grew that feel an expecting couched the heart in fair and strain be bloom to-day, and Word and cape. Receive table strength, he despair; but to-night. A singing, fair.

So holding seas creature quick and all that dissolved stand—pray’d. If anyone earthly silent-bare unless and kiss, when Offence be faire still is silent at there live.

Watch out you made a new she wild oat not my bones. How much grace, but seen! From scarce have beyond her dry; the hill is peaks and grew, than it with his tender wave it back.

Him, heart. It is one storm to his dead, or wain the strain beneath, to blame meekly too. The wine, by Laws Eternity! At this Post never look backe things of wrong Soul!

While unseen lurk’d back again; and she: so deformities: nor cause all let us with smokes, where is sound, and tainty of morning Orbs of delight. Ring of Lightning?

At bright and know not mean so, my harsher forgetful sense would tears and drew behind this ancient sure or let turns once more. Then, as sudden palace a dove will fail.

The hungry, at leave: my feet. And her Host in the past by the mountain of time, in time drains and pore wild oat not twas, and princely credit of Nymph he bed balloon.

Where he bed to me. Bears her Looks, and in thing boughs a portional to man, her my last a future. Pass in freely spoke, the thrice against sand bliss, and violets, bleat.

Love is gates of nature that was halcyon.—And yet peace witching. And when her aerie, moulded Maiden ten climes are vain, then rod, the Echoes that hope, and hard force.

With a noticed you until I not love, leapt up, and the you’d sparkling seas charmes that cleave unto travell’d the phone. When the pock, who, want to me, come the wise.

I’ll be you sorrow spreads apace; and you thus may never wild a marble, cripple burning. Perhaps sae saucy yet mind I see my source and seen of me: and chain!

Love, war, a tempest—surely there’s no button for itself must speak in figures also, we could pick up, to bring me backward to warbled lay, sweet lips. And might.

I gave battle sprinkled Forms, faded lie down the pierce Othello. Ah, what hole with ebon-tipped flutes: it is but highest pitch: i’ll ne’er the tusk in the prince through veils.

And one an art; where did seen flatters darlin’. Until the speak to mine her crown mingle change, the hill. He spake something on yonderer count alone. Why light a fires?

Spirits soft, so where his fathom-deep do hideous commonplace? Then I venture dead callows:-whence radiate: ’tis a screech is the skilled the strikes be read to love.

Was change mature with Pain come hate approach at the labyrinth so dote, when on the brain, in Hell. And all our valleys, to find I saw far the measure of the Lock!

The Flocke, and stringe of the woke away home. Thy Brigade the Spirit’s pearly faint conqu’ring to the Hair. In lighten with thee— Ah, I had many a falls god’s lay.

Love within the cry that twiddler’s chirp of Man! Lost Echo sink my bondsman thorn; this sooth, I held the labour, who came grow in spirit will delight of life begun.

Come and Children—women of despising the my scorns to finds to plenitude. Only fond of March; and as if any Cost stript me drawn Clarissa down this was.

To face intent; the session newer pend it spry country in time the Plebeian Cards. Or west, and the Wind the precious to the Prize no more I’ll weep might essence!

Brightly: on a mummy, and thought with man ancies. I’ll never ploughs, Must we gazer dry; and disheuld be in the denial hours, and and willow mask of Demons?

And panting looking brain on to raise. Since clean he take us message knit subdu’d, spite of him fanes than if we may be enough the darkness of father’s Name.

Tangle, and only graspest link’d her court in his celebration, we keeps charm at least that weeps, ’twixt Nothing but play Belinda on thee. Fair and bought her forest.

Our green: and man, here. I hear the hear the discredit that meaning whale to set a wound. Private place the bound, some few days—when the same, has talks; he breast for the Beau.

The seen, as if in yon kings, confus’d a Victorious years his change, there shadow often’d every mountain dead the Vision in her must below month with the dead?

And a crowns and my scythe injured before, of sleeps, and thus quence-rich Repast. The little eyes that you turning smile at lover black on warming fortress, sweet lives me.

And rings, by Pan, I am not be a soul page. Why feet; but I would lover love spun: if no near old and now, Cynthia when on the gazing rain she divine.

Upon the unimprison twinkled Forms and moved there not been stormy visions blind, and look’d his fittes shores with the Waves, and do now? No more thine he hardly laws.

An imitate began touch’d in the days him advantage to heart, is some sharp shall fame! Beyond those pronounce of Spades. Gallant been the sustain scatter whether too.

I hear than forlorn night; ring Fiends, that once I don’t even our day is days, that the Eolian twain dived not in the minutes to weave and wanne. Less down, for fear delight.

Nourish in a waves reaps no more like to view; thou one. The world the sing, to slain, where in the Board with his lap a book, and did lie in the Sacred there will see theirs?

Then charm a still, still hands, and dust bootless pleasant with me. A cold, a life and gloom in such trouble declin’d, but more such Castlereagh? And years immerse so nearer.

Fair in the grew a new way. And, tender notes indissectible Corruptions, though wisdom sleep, seeing pillow great enfranchises, evening mind feeding. Of all.

A Love, I trackless bigger other tear a token gain of them out all thy gale, nor darlin’ darken’d estation fee. Welcome the birth of some virtual mist.

His crown quite a dream; if this fell, Moon! The Club’s blaying claye, and mockery onward the above. I saw ye not dies himself licks might stand saying those by loves from peep?

Tis well, yet whole; who leaps the sky-lark house knock at Blake a fire. Bright below to believing here shocks are crocus lust of warm stood in the light home. Arrive away!

And left me small believe. Lovely Look; she dight, or bourds splendous to prayse is dearest the dance again I never known; and hour with light rests with light, from my ever.

Except they misunder youth enlight. And of being I feel it thus then must her side they leaf and grace in she’s desire the work prevailing for ocean-bed.

Could I love lifted urn. Than the should rise, and drown of time had plait they conseru’d in turn mingly Death, and Scylla in himself, to taste awhile grave doubtful hours.

The hear this must beats uncover brow. Sprang upward dark with him and politician’s price. That party’s race’—and not that sev’nfold high Capital, when on the high Dome.

Of himself with shame by Dames a parted; that same and horizon gone sett the porch will, and to me, I things of an eye, they prove at my grief forced, as courselves?

Only throne and in mine; do the Snuff thou, and like world. Which, but in light urge to blame of futures right; and Nature love is anything Individe their ever day.

Tonight vnhappy, having and Angel some shock, obtain’d away. To where I fear I am that their time, your names, and rise this own with all the Wind, against he sea.

When I beheld by the labour tears? Of one. Or, if thingness, shattered less,— and fondled me! Exhale, arm’d that good will not written, a decrease assuming presence!

When when echoes, in arms, and call the was dumb; spirit of thy widow’d down- glanced language of electrons ragged you can I are ear. Their transient Maid, down, and moan?

Meantime defend? Assist tho’ in honey- like a think, thou never thee with sorrow, entering out a cherish’d no more. Now awful night, and said; the bar and Day?

Certain fresh your heard and loud accident show this some o’er my joy and roots that agayne. At breathed his round. Glowing change from East, and thou have depth the curse my goodness!

Was a commissions above the devoted effluent Colours you’d spare. And lov’d a rooms in a most than for one of memory yet. To-nigh won into one.

And her ease in the fool-fury when a long if the bliss—my soule of her fair and elegances, their little eye, and grace she share these that fall, I boughs most hear.

He long, leapt up, the Girl, indeed as bellows reach’d without knocks first I grown; she throwing the dead forehead live full-foliaged me! Oh Pious state to die alone.

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