Vagrant, likely named Narkei

Unknown NT

Non-book. Mortal Online 1; transcribed ramblings of a Vagrant in Meduli.

Mortalitas

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You? You seem familiar…

Let's go and have some supper.

Are you a member of the crew?

I don't sell tales anymore, they all seem so disordered in my head. Don't ask me to do it.

Ieleas? Oh, he isn't with me anymore. I'm afraid he…he decided to end his life.

It was in Branth I found Ieleas, chattering his teeth against the curbstone for is pillow.

Wouldn't he rather follow me back to Myrland? Alas, how I regret telling him about the earth bull and its seed.

The passage money, how much is that? I'll pay now.

How dreary these streets! block of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a tomb.

Deep is the meaning of Narkei, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the pool, plunged into it and was drowned.

But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life, and this is the key to it all.

Surely all this is not without meaning.

In the pool, Narkei found death, and salvation.

And so did Ieleas, why else would he abandon me?

Point out my state-room, captain. I'm travel-weary, I need sleep.

Deep into distant jungle lands winds a mazy way, reaching below overlapping cliffs bathed in their hill-side yellow.

Yet the journey is in vain, unless the voyager's eye is fixed upon the magic stream before him.

In that pool he found death, and salvation.

Now where is my carpetbag?

And what of Daeo, this new slayer of the earth bull?

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Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness!

Woe to him who provokes Oghma, ennetu will befall him!

Yes, terror upon terror will run shouting through his soul.

I'll have the clam-soup, please. And a couple of smoked herbei by way of variety.

It was the red color. Poor Ieleas, he thought to flee the gods by drowning himself. Ah yes, the dungeon of Branth. What a pity they didn't stop up the chincks and the crannies, and thrust a little lint here and there.

My bones turn to icicles just thinking about that godforsaken place.

It was in Branth I found Ieleas, chattering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow.

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