That Long Awaited Due

[Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi]

[A roughly-printed handbill finds its way among the Well, near the Maqam, and far from the Temple of B'aara. Being a single page rather than a pamphlet or a book, though copies can often be found folded, these are often in rough condition. In a few places enterprising individuals could perhaps replace "Iakmes" with their own hated foe.]

That Long Awaited Due

Or, a curse, on the eve of battle.


Sister Amélie of the Sisterhood of the Sibylline Vine

In the Style of the Kulamet

First Edition
Pub. Illul 19, IY 7788

In passion's flame revenge does take;
To curse the foe of Wheel's design;
And bitter bed shall he then make;
That casts aside good virtue fine.

So answer we the oaths we swore;
So answer we the Wand'rer's door;
So answer we the Garden's call;
So answer we the Martyrs' pall.

For Wroth attends the coward false;
If they shall not from evil grow;
And sets before them every fault;
At bitter end of all they know.

For the Wroth, may this one be taken, and may his resting place be forever barren, denied the Garden:

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