Eulogy to Yseyr - The Sword

'TIS TOO SOON. such pain canna be fathomed, wolf's teeth gnawin atae my ribs. burnin fever, this devourin flams.

a trothed a vow nae cannin be broken to Berath, to slay the undead. hunted Rivan, far to near, to deep in the Deadfire. rekivered the sword of souls an SHOUD'A KILLED RIVAN in battle at Dusken Isle as a killed her ere. but instead a wis struck sidelins.

forgat the carrant to the temple. selpuchers. or ne'er saw it. ended lyin in a grave, captive to the Pallid Knight. now a canna keep a grip on the sword. it towls and 'twill be taken, if'n a die. wielded as a wound, hurtsome caw again Berath. A CANNA DIE in failyie.

willna die WILLNA DIE willna die

hiv to see Rivan suffer. hiv to ward Berath's sacrid weapon.

ayeways

- yseyr