These are a few of the poetic works contained within the church of Silvanus' library. The collective works of the library are known as Silvanlore and they touch on many aspects of nature, the weather, and the sea.
The actual divine scriptures of Silvanus are available separately.
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The Pennance of the Careless rune glows a soft green. Karahd the Templar of Knowledge appears and you hear her recite... |
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My heart is racing, faster still I look and see what's on my sill Behold and lo what should I see But a fly, so small and cute to me It whirrs and zips and zigs and zags Throu'out my kitchen, and in my bags Of flour and salt, I grab a Times A nuisance now, smack, smash three times! My heart is racing, faster still I look and see what's on my sill Behold and lo what should I see But a fly, so small and cute to me It whirrs and zips and zigs and zags Throu'out my kitchen, and in my bags Of flour and salt, I grab a Times A nuisance now, smack, smash three times! A life I've liv'd without regard To beings small, or even large. I take without a single care I respect not even grizzly bear. I walk, one day, it's bright and fair A fox pup new with wide-eyed stare I think t'would be the nicest thing To line the seat on my porch swing. Without a thought, I race right to With knife in hand, I think of stew, My prize well won, a fight well fought I think my day has me much brought. When through the clouds, there 'fore me stands The Lord of Sky, and Seas and Lands His hand held high, his voice so stern "You think you mortals would ever learn." And with a strike he calls to side, Lord Mortis to Him in single stride. "Let all the world rejoice, be glad The last laugh has indeed been had." And now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my fellow man to keep The world in harmony, and in mind Lest you should fall in kind. |
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The Harmony rune lights at your touch, Kerrin the Wren of Wassail appears before you to recite the following poem... |
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The green god, Silvanus, He of plants, and all the animals, Of the vast seas and other waters, Of weather and sky all around us. The realm is touched by his hand, Each element aided to find its place, Seeking its most harmonious state, Following branching path as best each can. For what is the state most pure For each and every all to seek out? It is that where harmony is greatest, Both with one's self and the world. |
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As you touch the Miracle of Life rune, Kerrin the Wren of Wassail appears before you and recites the following poem... |
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Birth and growth are miracles most true. They are amazing to consider through. Yet creation is oft taken as a given, Like a simple part of everyday living. Silvanus and Erosia share their immortal love Blessing the entire realm each year from above. It touches all the ground, the seas, and sky, All creatures, plants, and people low and high. The seeds will sprout, the trees will grow, The next generation will be born, all told. Humbled before this miraculous blessing we stand, In wonder that life can continue across the land. In our mortal lives we all seek purpose, Wondering what we serve or who serves us. For any who have held their own babe a'fore, They know the answer to this query, for... In their arms they glimpse the meaning of life. |
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The Gateway rune sparks to life. The bard Elidia appears to recite this poem... |
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Come,let us love the unborn generations, and guard their chance to live
upon this earth. Lest mortal deeds, by stealth or conflagration. Snuff out
all life and put an end to birth.
Come, contemplate the sadness of extinction. A wasted world, with empty sky and sea. No mourners to lament its desolation No voice, no words,no thought, no eyes to see. The precious seed of life is in our keeping And if we plant it, and fulfill our trust. Still yet the sun will rise on joy and weeping. And shine upon the unjust and the just. Come, let us guard the gateway to existance, that thousands yet may stand where we have stood. Give thanks for life,and praising our persistence, Enjoy this lovely world, and call it good. |
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A light breeze touches your face and you hear the sound of leaves rustling. Thalia the Eclogue Nightingale appears and recites this poem... |
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Gentle blows the wind through the willow trees Where lives Puck, a mischievous sprite. His pranks played under the leaves, Bring life and laughter to the glade of trees. The graceful boughs tremble as Puck plays. The sprite's mischief is not always kind, Like much in nature he can be cruel in his ways. From the cycle of life the sprite never strays. As the wind blew through the willow glade, Puck whispered to Torm and showed him the place. The foundation for the Silvanite library was laid In the tranquil spot where the sprites played. |