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Tell me, O Muse of the starlit heavens
Of that hero's journey through salt and sea
Did he perish in the dark depths and die?
Or did he make it to his one True Love?
Filbus awoke on the edge of a stone
That rose black and stark from the water's face
His face was white from a mask of salt
And his back and ribs were bruised to blue
What had happened? The last thing he remembered...
Trying to drink books... Bristlebane laughing
The Fear gripping his chest, clawing his eyes.
And then blackness. Blackness beyond blackness!
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The halfling hero carefully studied
the desolate landscape – the barren rocks!
But yea, was there not a troll? And thus hope?
Perhaps he was not far from a port island
Thus, he struck out across the rocky strait
Keeping his eyes on his unlikely savior
For, had Filbus not slain time aplenty
The warted troll, the scourge of Innothule?