Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Opening Gambit

Copyright Paizo Publishing

It is a bond wherewith the savage man may charm the outward hatchments of his soul, and soothe the troubled breast into a magnitude of quiet. It is most precious as a blessed balm, the saviour of princes, the harbinger of happiness, yea, the very stuff and pith of all we hold most dear. What frees the prisoner in his lonely cell, chained within the of rude walls, far from the Owlbear of Thebes? What fires and stirs the woodcock in his springe or wakes the drowsy apricot betides? What doth the storm toss'd mariner offer her most tempestuous prayers to? Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!