The Broken Xinchei-Konu

Original media : TES Online Black thorns choke a prison ruined A creature of root lurks at the gate It has eaten the sun, which shines no longer A nut has fallen from its branch And landed upon mossy stone It looks eastward towards the open sea Deep within the murky mire A single sprout grows on the stone pile An abandoned nest, with nothing steps The reeds of a sunken ship rots As trade ships pass, heading north It shades a sapling of the Hist In hollow echoes, past thundering roots Lies a Hist that has matured Deep within the winding cavern Where sea meets swamp, below cliff's edge Behind Imperial stone coated in black An elder Hist sits in water cool In the outskirts of a town without Hist An egg basket sits inside a stone nest Built by uncertain dryskin hands Stone snake protects stone egg Between two pillars of our past follies To the west, the haj mota lurks In a vault of withering roots Hidden behind towering stone The lizard sits, waiting North of water bereft of life Roots lurk at the edge of the swamp In its belly, the walking lizard Near the maw of void Walking roots have swallowed our kin Beneath the rumbling waterfall A final season of death Lies within your final rooted foe Close enough to hear the whispering roots