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The Tale of Vel Karam is a piece of Story and Lore found in the Tree of Skill.

 

High upon a silver tow'r
Above the blighted trees
The legacy of Vel Karam
Dwel't in mystery.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 1

 

Vel Karam was spoken of
In tones of quiet fear.
The tongues would change from town to town
The details never clear.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 2

 

So your town would welcome her,
An oracle of light.
But once their trust and hearts she had,
She'd vanish in the night.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 6

 

And when she'd been gone 13 days
A grey mist would come down.
And tragedy and misery
Would wash over the town.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 7

 

T'wasn't drought or failing crops
Amidst the silver mist.
But children maim'd but left alive
With limbs cleav'd at the wrist.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 8

 

The childrens' wounds were not of blade.
But of a magic dark.
Stich'd and heal'd and clean of blood.
By witchcraft they were marr'd.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 9

 

So villages from near and far
Grew in a dismal shade.
Generations bore the mark
That Vel Karam had made.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 10

 

Smiths and merchants, farmers too
And the vestment-clad,
Lived full lives dismembered still:
Shades of Vel Karam.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 11

 

The bitterness had curs'd him not,
He dwel't not in the past.
He'd not be victim to the crone
Her legacy so ghastly.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 15

 

And young Eggari practiced well
And grew into a man:
A swordsman fierce, a dueler,
Despite his missing hand.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 16

 

A day into his nineteenth year
Eggari did embark.
In mail, with sword, pack, supplies,
He march'd into the dark.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 17

 

A fortnight through the woods of pitch
He came upon a clearing.
In the distance rose the spire
He knew what he was nearing.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 20

 

Bloodied, but yet resolute,
and under light of moon,
He tended scrapes and minor wounds
His journey could resume.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 27

 

The spire's gate was mir'd in thorns,
Twisted and entangled.
Eggari hacked at branch and thistle
Hot with righteous anger.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 29

 

The staircase ended 'neath the sky:
The ruins of Vel Karam.
Eggari came upon a door
Wreath'd in sever'd hands.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 31

 

They showed no sign of age or rot
But twitched with life arcane,
Tristini, Kadanian
Present all the same.

  • The Tale ov Vel Karam, Stanza 32

 

Reaching for the door handle
Eggari turned it eas'ly.
Those sever'd hands, yet wreath'd in twine
Reach'd at his, but feebly.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 33

 

They twitched and squirmed, touched and grasped.
And were they trying to cry?
The crone had not just stolen flesh.
She'd taken bits of life.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 36

 

In the corner, shrouded, hunched,
Rocking in a chari.
Was it she? Vel Karam?
Simply sitting there?

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 37

 

And there she stood, all veil'd in dark
with skin all ghostly white.
A maiden young, with silver hair
And garments weav'd of sky.

  • The Tale ofVel Karam, Stanza 40

 

You've journeyed far, my handsome knight
But now is time to rest.
Come, my child, and lay your weary
Head upon my breast.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 41

 

Her skin, at first so young and fresh,
aged before his eyes.
Fast decrepid, wrinkled, gray,
Leaking wicked life.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 44

 

Eggari coiled back in fear,
surveilling what he'd wrought.
The hands were quickly growing foul
surrendering to rot.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 46

 

The stench became unbearable,
He left that charnel place.
Returning from the Citadel,
He found his home in waste.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 47

 

The rest were taken by the rot,
A blight so fiercely spreading,
Their minds, decayed and blind with rage,
Knew naught but hunger pangs.

  • The Tale of Vel Karam, Stanza 50

 




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