Fiction Activity

Competition
[GJW XIV Phase I] Fiction - The Old Tongue
Textual submission

Limerick

With globe in hand
We do brand
Bound to this clan
You should have ran
You have no ground left to stand

Should be like sand
Least we expand
For that is our plan
Through our lifespan
You will be left in our remand

You may look to understand
Trying to grasp our strands
We will leave you deadpan
For that is our plan
Now take the our firebrand

Bring us to the mainland
Back to the inland
Take the guardsman
Show us the length of your wingspan
And give us a grandstand!

Description-

This seemingly harmless glass globe holds in its core what looks to be a constant swirling vortex of blue, red, and orange cloudy substance. Upon activating the globe by imbuing it with the force burns an ancient mark of the Sith onto the hand in contact with the globe. This brand burns and can cause even the most pain tolerant person cripple to their knees in agony. This has caused several more devoted students to go insane and caused them to eventually take their own life for the pain to stop. There is currently no cure or form of removal for this brand. The inscription is etched into the glass.