Glorious Balamath

Summary

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 * Author: Anonymous

Content
Sing, O muse, of glorious Balamath, Whose tireless song lilts then booms, Ebbing like thunder through panes of glass. Great winds wake, 'Neath gnarled bough and crumbled stone, The sighs of long dead scholar-kings, Breathing still through creaking bones. Here the columns lurk unburdened, Welkynds strain against a potent gloom. Arches stand like arrows drawn, The scholar's mark, the endless sky, In whose depths the greatest storms Roar, snort, bluster, Like great gray beasts Waiting, yearning to be tamed. In this place we find the power, A hidden canyon of ancient stone Cradles, shelters, and conceals, The forgotten bellows of old Aldmeris.

Trivia

 * If the Vestige reads this book, the location Balamath will be added.