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This piece is non-canon. It may not correctly reflect setting details and established plotlines.
As the barriers began to fall,Author's Notes
the people of Roluma expanded west
through the Riilass swamps to the central gulf
where they met the Irfai and the Duurludirj.
Fierce pirates and doughty warsailors
braved the high waves despite the sea monsters.
The Irfai loved the Roluman spearbeaks, and
rode them as easily as the pitching deck of a ship.
The Duurludirj in particular were thrilled
by scytheclaw packs that would attack even Death
and by oxbirds as beasts of burden for their tropical islands.
The Roluma had found loyal new friends.
When the Little Empire attacked out of Inoram
across the deadlands of a fallen barrier,
the cavalry held them at bay
while the navy sailed up the interior sea
to cut Inoram into three pieces,
dividing and conquering.
To the children of Roluma, it was nothing more
than another boring chapter in the history books,
the place marked by a colorful feather.
This poem came out of the July 3, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl with a theme of "alternate history." It has been posted as the freebie for that session. It was inspired by a prompt from Ellen Million.
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