In the shadow of Mount Abora, where the Alph runs flowing wild and free...
In Xanadu did Kublai Khan
a stately pleasure-dome decree,
where Alph, the sacred river, ran
through caverns measureless to man
down to a sunless sea,
so twice five miles of fertile ground
with walls and towers were girdled round.
and there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree.
And here were forests as ancient as the hills,
enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
[...]
Thy sunny dome! Those caves of ice!
and all who heard should see them there!
and all should cry, Beware! Beware!
his flashing eyes! his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
and close your eyes with holy dread!
for he on honey-dew hath fed,
and drunk the milk of Paradise.
-- Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, Kublai Khan
... there, mighty Xanadu shall stand.
I, Jesse James -- son of Oathsworn, son of Farbror -- whisper on the seven winds, across all the eight cardinal angles of the Hearth, that I look for men. Cowards, weaklings, and Minions of the Black Lodge, need not apply.
You can:
- Swim across rivers.
- Reliably kill any wildlife, without exploits, including X Bears.
The iron trumpets of Xanadu beckon her warriors home. I will be taking your PMs to this account, and to this account only.
Well met.