The Spirit from the Steppe

Needs to be placed into Olgierd's hands.

Associated quest

 * Scenes From a Marriage

Journal entry

 * Might man yet learn his neck to bend? Ha! Behold how that noble race, Doth year by year its birthright rend, Its promised lands fast lay to waste.


 * Hearts grown cold, brothers brothers spurn, The rich grow fat, while poor grow thin. Some hoard bread, others can but yearn, Then rise, en masse, to slay their kin!


 * Taste ye now my missive’s fruits, Feed on them, o heartless brutes! This world you’ve bit with cruel-tipped fangs, Your dark crime’s venom now through it seeps. Above, gods’ wrath in wild clouds hangs A cleansing storm soon to unleash!


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 * Man – A Riddle Stuck in Sleep


 * A grub, enwrapped in spittle, Beneath the tumult of raging skies, Waits and grows, little by little, Till – at last! – a bright ray it spies, Spreads new wings, and away it flies!


 * May this thought with man endure! May we ever in heart recall This merry creature, winged and pure, And how it started, so strange, so small! Whoever seeks from flesh a cure, To skies above doth plead and call, May in this soul our tale hope stir!

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