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VOID SUMMONING
09:03
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Toiling above as their gods sleep below
As they built mighty works given to them in dreams
Swearing fell oaths to Those From The Outside
Bloodstained rites in profaned glades
Black science, dark magicks from worlds out of time
And common folk fear crossing thresholds at night
They called to the Void
And finally, when the stars were right again, the Void answered.
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MEN, NOW LORDS
10:06
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Contact having been made
They began their work in earnest.
Scoured the surrounding lands
These men - now lords
Enslaving the peasants,
And leaving rot in their wake.
Though smaller than its neighbors
Black Kingdom grew mightier
And under the Deathless Lords
Generations of slaves toiled
Born and die under the yoke.
While terrors haunted the countryside,
Meanwhile the Lords
They were constructing their greatest work of all:
A Celestial Engine capable of moving the heavens themselves
Remaking the constellations in the image of their slumbering gods.
Those Locked Outside will once more enter our world,
Cleansing it of life and reclaiming their thrones.
It was to this end that the Lords bent their will:
Bringing forth a paradise of fire, and of blood
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“So lost in our work, the signs were missed,
So lost in our thoughts as they marched to war,
Still lost in the stars as our foes arrived,
So lost were we child, we were lost.
From North they came
The Lords of Raven
From South they came
The Maids of Crone
From East they came
The Carrion Tribes
And from the West
The Lords of Bone
Even now, our people die,
The horrors burn inside the woods
Even now, our people die,
The labs and dungeons: flooded, drowned in the blood of our dead
Even now, our people die,
Thralls, now free, have turned against us
Even now our people die,
Our great works, cast to the ground
But you survived, as do our gods,
Who will sing again when time is right.
So pass this letter down,
We bid you farewell
And pray you keep the faith,
And pray you keep the night.”
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STARS FALL, STARS RISE
12:26
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At eight-and-ten winters,
I read my birthright.
A letter, from an age long dead
At nine-and-ten winters
I looked to the stars
Searching for truths known to few
At two-and-twenty
I finally found
The Key that I had sought survived the purge
At three-and-twenty winters
The sky opened up
Telling the tale of my people
I joined a caravan headed north
Through long days and longer nights
Over mountains and bones of cities lost to time
Then east, ever east,
To see my seat reclaimed
My guides dared not tread
Though they knew not why
A land long cursed
The curse lost to time
And that’s when I heard
Their song, deep below
And that’s when I heard
My gods welcome me home
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