This is a fairly accurate representation of one Rajamalan's life on
Sapience. The details found below are at least half true and the rhyming
schemes were thought up by yours truly only after an extensive trip to
Bopalopia, a brisk bath in Fire Water and a sudden loss of bread at
Aneurin's Blackjack Table. The story is dedicated to a Miss Kinley
Xanatov, who serves as the inspiration for all things I should partake
in, no matter how reckless.

-=An Extremely Accurate Account of Life Thus Far=-

The 19th of Lupar, I believe it was, the stars did beckon him
to enter the depths of Sapience, unlock the secrets found within.
He perused the tales of dragons, knights and quests yet to be unfurled.
So thus he dispensed
to all of his senses
this strange, yet epic world.

Nimble feet painted the soil where all newcomers trod.
An island did loom high above; a doormat for the Gods.
And thus he began his quests, for sure glory was at hand!
Yet, there were no dragons
only a flagon
behind the lips of a drunken man.

Days turned the page as he accomplished brave and dexterous feats
like instilling fear with a wooden sword and bringing a drunk man some
meat.
"Surely", he thought, "I am to be offered a tad more risky a task?"
Then he was given
a chance for decision
to pick his city and class.

After much deliberation, he decided that the strong path of the evil
would be much more intriguing than the contrasting feeling of a grand
treehugging upheaval.
Next, his class had to be chosen "It should be something dark and
licentious", he reckoned.
So for an ivory pair of reasons
his decision to Seasone
was his first fang and then the second.

He began his life enslaved in Mhaldor, City of Strength, Evil and Glory
He read all about sadomasochism in that beautiful Apocrypha story.
As the hourglass poured the sand that it proverbially drains
He left the city of sin
and thought, with a grin,
"There's a time for whips and chains."

So the life of slavery was obviously not our protaganist's hot cup of
tea
It was to Hashan, city of Fig leaf fashion, that he decided, "That's
where I'll be."
Learning of the wonders life has to offer, with the Serpentlords as his
guide ,
He bit his way
through each passing day
in slither, rather than stride.

He learned the arts of bashing, of combat, and how to cure when limbs
are limp.
He caught butterflies amidst a civil war of delightful pixies and imps.
He has traversed wormholes to distant lands, been robbed of gold, and
met his muse.
With artistic finesse
he stood up to the test
of failing his house novice interview.

Then one day in Mysia - among pirates, harlots and chickens,
the Gods looked down upon him and then the plot did thicken.
For our character, with vivid visions of slaying dragons in his mind,
an angel materialized
and suddenly he realized
that this world has much more to find.

He has found beauty in its purest form, the quintessence of perfection
he has placed his lips to his Goddess and saw, in amethyst eyes,
his own reflection.
He found love to be more lucrative a vocation than any treasure in a
coffer.
And fate would suggest
he went on a quest
to find something this world can not offer.

-Kurlen Drake , 21st of Glacian

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Glacian, in the year 403 AF.