Basilisks' Tautogram Translation
Not parseltongue*
Basilisks enjoy basking in warm light, especially by blazing furnaces or braziers.
Basilisks cower before bright reflective surfaces such as mirrors and shields.
Basilisks blood is toxic and can corrupt causing irreparable damage just by touching it.
Basilisks basks, bathing beneath the sunlight.
Basilisks' beach has many a great basilisks that teem along its shores.
Basilisks swim below the surface of the beach's waters, breaching the waves majestically like whales.
Basilisks have killed many a great, overconfident, foe, thinking that they would easily win.
The deadly beauty of the basilisks leaves them by their lonesome to bathe beneath the sun's rays along the sandy beaches shoreline.
Basilisks' bites, but more so their venom, harms and kills soldiers, infantrymen, and knights that only wish to slay the beast for a false sense of glory. The true sense of the knights is trophy hunting for bragging rights.
Many people are afraid of the basilisks. So, they stear clear of basilisks' beach.
People that are not in the highest socioeconomic class that wish for more social status adorn their houses with the bones of slain basilisks.
Basilisks naturally breed. Like anacondas they can tend to be viviparous, giving birth to live young instead of laying eggs. Those struggling to break into upper echelons of society rear basilisks' brood from birth, domesticating the creatures.
With such deadly creatures under their command, the struggling bourgeoisie have more confidence (and arrogance).
Both the bourgeoisie and knights seek fame and glory. Yet, they go about doing so in different ways. However, the basilisks are still a means to an end for both parties.
Bloody battles ensue and though many knights and bourgeoisie of both sides perish, the most amount of casualties that are lost are from the majestic creatures.
Boundless bloody battles between belligerent bannerets and aristocratic, power-hungry, members of the bourgeoisie cause enough bloodshed of the basilisks that the species has gone extinct.
Buried basilisks cannot breathe. They will never again strike paralyzing fear with their glares. They will never again kill with the look from their lethal eyes. Their venom will never corrosively corrupt beyond repair again. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
Heroes get remembered.
Legends never die.
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The use of visuals, such as images, really enhances the blog post and helps to break up the text.
I remember these bad boys from AD&D nights - them and Umber Hulks Awesome article!
Basilisks breed bountiful boasts by brave boys.