Poetry of Tyria, Vol. XXVI

Poetry of Tyria, Vol. XXVI

Location

Soojung Heights
(New Kaineng City)

Type

Book

Interact

Yes

Destructible

No

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Poetry of Tyria, Vol. XXVI is a book belonging to Novice Bengtsson, found in the Ministry of Archives at Soojung Heights of New Kaineng City.

Location

Cantha

• New Kaineng City
  • Soojung Heights
    • Ministry of Archives

Text

Poetry of Tyria, Vol. XXVI

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"From the Wall"

Wall patrol, dull days
Practicing haiku instead
Kalidris chatters

Quetzal refugees
Charr on the move, dragon-bound
Could have used a wall

Wafting sea breeze stirs
Quaggan pod swims nearby
Hidden krait drops, dead

Chill lingers past dawn
Thin ice forms, fires are ablaze
An eerie quiet
—By Soma Whispersong

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"Deldrimor Digs"

Spent years in a shelter with skritts[sic]
Surrounded by baubles, not wits
Thought that was my end
Wish Ogden could mend
The rest of my bloomin' stone bits

They call me Stonehealer, it's true
But not in a way that helps you
While you might attest
By the Great Dwarf, I'm blessed
For now, you'll have to make do

It's a wonder the two of you thrive
While most of us don't survive
Look, I'm a damn ghost
The Consul Tomb's host
At least you're still bloody alive

—Orated by Rhoban Orestriker, Ogden Stonehealer, and Frodak Steelstar
—Transcribed by Kurt Bengtsson

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"This Has a Name"

The moot is loud, but you are near
Hold my hand, and lend an ear

I love you, Beg, your arms, so strong
Tattoos you show, they run along
Your neck, your chest, and belly, too
Your soft keen eyes, a chestnut hue

The other norn, they can't compare
To my beau Beg, my love, my bear
Of a man, whose legend still grows
By day, by night, 'til felled by foes

Be it by dragon, dredge, or beast
'Til then we'll tussle, hustle, and feast
For when I fret, this has a name
I know it well, 'tis love to blame
—By Kurt Bengtsson

Notes

• The book was added in a later patch due to it taking longer for localization to translate the poems into other languages.