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Deadnight Chanter
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corrrrect!
Take it over ![]()
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Brightness of a Blade
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the sea heaving,
the abyss yawing, the old darkness beyond the stars falling
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Spectre of Decay
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If I couldn't get this one I'd be a laughing stock
This is from Tolkien's translation of his poem Oilima Markirya (The Last Ark) from A Secret Vice.
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Cryptic Aura
Join Date: May 2002
Posts: 6,003
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Squatter,
Who shall make such a grave rebuke? Wylkynsion? or the Travestometre? Show us how 'tis done. ![]() Beth
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Spectre of Decay
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Actually this is easier than it looks.
1: I post 'I have absolutely no idea whence came those words...erm...eth'. 2: Someone who's been around for a while, probably that reprobate Underhill, posts 'Wait a minute: didn't you read that poem over Tolkien's grave last February, resulting in the invention of the Travest-o-Meter ©®?' 4: I skip point number three to avoid accidentally typing in a pound sign. 5: Wylkynsion mumbles 'you berk,' but only Etceteron hears him, so it's a wasted comment. 6: The Travest-o-Meter ©® detects the presence of a talking black sword made by Eöl in an RPG, factors in its terrible South London accent, and explodes. 7: Another major city bites the dust. So endeth the lesson. ![]()
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Brightness of a Blade
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Thanks for the link. Whoa. Beautiful. Everybody should check out this link! I mean, if you're clueless like me and haven't done so already...
Treat us with the next, Squatter.
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Spectre of Decay
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The Incantathon continues
Hearken to the song of the purists.
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