Surain's Clan

Lesser Lair

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Clan Info

In our ranks are writers,
who join the fact and fiction
For them, our minds are open,
So long as they've good diction.

If a painter’s heart is yours,
you’re welcome among us.
Wild passion and emotion,
expressed with a brush.

If music is your forte,
we've a place for you.
Songs of any kind,
are always overdue.

Some pursue the sciences,
labouring with obsession.
Through their work and toil,
they bring forth our progression.

Historians linger among us,
whose opinions, always needed,
help us to not leave,
the past's warnings unheeded.

If you've skill in calculations,
your uses are not rare.
Our world runs on numbers;
of this, we are aware.

Some sing a warrior's song,
aching for the fight.
We've need of your protection,
in times of peace and strife.

If you've a speaker's tongue,
and play with truth and lies,
we will never let you in;
convince us otherwise.

If your skills lay in the shadows,
sneaking, slinking, spying.
'We've no use for you',
we'd say, lying.

And if you've no special talent,
fear not, we want you.
No matter who you are,
There's no need to say, "adieu"

Promise to work hard,
and fulfill with dedication.
Your efforts are indeed,
the stone in our foundation.

Diversity in unity
in open-mindedness, we stand.
For in all matters of life,
together, we must band.

— Salvaged from a burnt scroll. The author wrote a note in the margin: "Utter, complete rubbish; my worst work ever. Let the flames consume it, and may you see it never."