Role

Chapter 4

I have noticed a subtle yet strange feeling as of late- it seems as though
I may have a gift. I can sense shifts in the winds, which I have come to
believe are guiding me toward something. Toward what end? I do not know. But I
have reason to suspect the process itself is much more important than the end
point.

Today I decided to test my attunement to the winds. I emptied my mind in
meditation as I was within the Eye of the Storm, and I let the wind flow
through me- through my pen. I have never written a poem before yet this is
what followed:

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I be white knight
And black bloody spikes
With a tattoo
Of the wealthy life
Of Poetry
Like kaleidoscope
Spider webs
Spinning smoke
Swirling whirlwinds
Inside the rings
Of an infinity symbol

Worn as my wings.
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I have heard rumors of the God Fjarn, Lord of the Winds. I've decided to seek
him out for guidance, for worship, and shall bring this poem as a gift
and perhaps as a sign of my connection to the winds.