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{{Worldbuilders}} | {{Worldbuilders}}===== Autumn Lord of the 7th House ===== | ||
===== Autumn Lord of the 7th House ===== | |||
<blockquote>Glorious, Radiant Autumn Lord in the 7th house he stands tall and lean like the trees that grow around him. Silvery white hair spun of silken thread, each piece a woven dream of the northern star calling his kin to him and home again. His skin more terrestrial in nature; glistening copper emblazoned with the hope of our tomorrows. His eyes Amber-honey wine, in swirling pools illuminated by his inner love, intense and captivating. His maile reflects in it the weave song, the gift given to both he and all. His coat crimson and ore, seven ore mallet; four points each spread his breast a cardinal to each point to guide true. Wyall, sheathed at his hip silvery dream glass woven and given freely. His shield, matching his breast slung over his back lyre strings inside to protect us and sing us home. His boots of red leaf leather with gold threat bound them round may his step never falter. May his voice ring ever true. | <blockquote>Glorious, Radiant Autumn Lord in the 7th house he stands tall and lean like the trees that grow around him. Silvery white hair spun of silken thread, each piece a woven dream of the northern star calling his kin to him and home again. His skin more terrestrial in nature; glistening copper emblazoned with the hope of our tomorrows. His eyes Amber-honey wine, in swirling pools illuminated by his inner love, intense and captivating. His maile reflects in it the weave song, the gift given to both he and all. His coat crimson and ore, seven ore mallet; four points each spread his breast a cardinal to each point to guide true. Wyall, sheathed at his hip silvery dream glass woven and given freely. His shield, matching his breast slung over his back lyre strings inside to protect us and sing us home. His boots of red leaf leather with gold threat bound them round may his step never falter. May his voice ring ever true. | ||