A new, ornate parchment is added high on the Spire noticeboard. It is signed by Militia Captain Umeneri Helara and Grandmaster of the Duathrim Artorius.
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Sleepless Nights, Dreamless Knights
The air on those heights, unexpectedly thin;
Unexpectedly quiet, no lament from the wind.
Nature mourns not those knights left to rot.
Cut down by the dozen, slopes slicked in their gore
For words from a prophet they shalln't hear anymore.
All that devotion turned out to be naught.
Poor sheep to the pen, now ready for slaughter,
All armoured crusaders must sink in the water,
As moths on the lamp must be burned in its fire.
So many that followed this treacherous route,
So many that fell in pursuit of your fruit,
But dealing in dreams often names you the liar.
The legends do lie — your heroes will die,
No vessel will keep the drowning alive.
The road only leads to an ever-darker ravine.
The nights of insomnia will turn into days,
And everything promised will fade in a blaze,
For sleepless Knights find no salvation in dreams.
There is but one end left to this whole charade,
And only one ship that will come to your aid,
Your cries and your souls for the ferryman’s boat.
So heed not your visions, but take this as promise:
The hour of your judgement will soon be upon us,
And Templars turned carrion will nevermore float.
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