Blackstone
Oh silent peaks, crowned with mist,
O'er sandy shores that sunlight kissed,
And winds that speak in ancient tongue
the secrets of the world unsung.Under skies of brooding gray,
Her rugged lands in stillness lay,
A tapestry of heathered green,
And lakes that mirror sights unseen.Where eagles soar on winds so free,
Above the cliffs, o’er land and sea,
As if they know, from heights above,
The heartbeat of this land they love.The clans once roamed your hills so wide,
With ancient blood and burning pride,
Their voices echo through the years,
A song of strength, of joy, of tears.Through snow and storm, through sun and rain,
Your beauty stands, an untamed reign,
A land that calls both heart and soul,
To find within, a timeless goal.Blackstone Highlands, earth and sky,
Where dreams take root, and spirits fly,
You are the flame, the endless song,
Where all who wander may belong.
Structure
Blackstone Isle is a loose confederation of city-states and tribes that have joined to defend and administrate the Blackstone Islands. The city-states and tribes run themselves as they see fit, with the confederation concerned with the defense of the islands and international trade.
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