Just came out of lockdown, Nurgle Diaries, Arcane Ugly Poem #1 (Patreon)

Out of lock down as of a few hours ago so I'll be able to collect my arcane ugly stuff, my partner will be back at work, so regularly scheduled programming will commence again. I think I'll keep up the Q&A videos though because they're fun, maybe one a month? Thoughts?

I worked on Nurgle diaries today, I'm hoping to put out the video tonight if I can get a good resolution with this afternoons work.

Arcane Ugly got its first lore submission, it's still a WIP, it's in the form of a poem, about the Night Markets.

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There’s glittering lights and there’s glittering gold
There’s merchants magic wares on a Pegasus drawn wagon
Many riches seen and many scary stories told
And I am Atlas, the night market’s dragon

I’m the last of my kind
I’ve seen creatures of all manner
I’ve found all there is to find
I’ve flown with the war banner

I’ve learnt none are to be trusted
Not a customer nor a seller
I’ve seen the “newest steel” rusted
They all become a story teller

There’s a merchant here
Crocodile teeth and snake eyes
Makes the tourists quake with fear
And his ware of choice is lies

He sells you promises and vows
He sells you tales long and short
He sells as many as time allows
Don’t forget what you’ve been taught

That none are to be trusted
Heed my warning young one
Some will leave you quite disgusted
One misstep and you’re done!

But the markets can be wonderful
Even in darkness shrouded
You’ll find them quite colourful
Their true nature is clouded

It’s for the wonderful and the weird
It’s for the legend and the myth
It’s for the impossible and revered
It’s for the wizard and the smith

And shrouded in this mystery
Hidden in the worlds dark corners
Told in legend and history
A myth that transcends borders

It’s an item of whimsy, it’s a treasure of magic
“No ones ever really seen it” says the voice from the dark
“But the lives spent to find it, it’s tragic, tragic”
Many maps have been filled but always miss the mark

Would you (could you) be the last one?
The final treasure hunter, the very best yet?
To place your name among the sun
A feat none will forget!

O weary traveller, will you find it?
If it’s a crown, will you wear it?
If it’s a spirit, could you bind it?
If it’s a creature, would you snare it?

there’s glittering lights and there’s glittering gold
there’s merchants magic wares on Pegasus drawn wagon
many riches seen and many scary stories told
And I am Atlas, the night market’s dragon

come, let me guide you