My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
The weakness of hunger erodes my drained limbs
Moonlight pierces my eyes through glaring prisms
Through the pungent smell of a sweetness most loathsome
I find my path towards the Nightshade Blossoms
I followed the scent of the blood of the Fairechylde
Through mountains and valleys to Celestial Plain
The air reeks of ancient and colorful magic
But soon I will flood it with gloom and decay.
Fantasy Faire has featured fantasy art galleries within the Fairelands since 2014. We aim to showcase the limitless options for your transformation in our shared virtual world, how truly only imagination is the limit.