- See also: Item: Bloom
Codex text
Our hero strode the winding road,
Defiant of the vile.
Uncertain pause for home and cause,
When met the monster's smile.
A man his kin through blood and sin
A bastard of the gloom.
A rising cut through bone and gut,
An awful skyward bloom.
—From Song of Old Marches: The Death of Goodman Ser Austice at the Hand of the Reaver Shius, inscriptions collected by Philliam, a Bard!