A Scrawled Message

A message posted in several places about the town of Greenfield

A son of Mammoths, Tiger’s clan
He came upon the Stolen Lands.
By sword he smote, and rage he swore
To subjugate all in his war.

But pride for pride, and blood for blood,

With Gorum’s aid, did he succumb
To boasting loud, with haughty eye
That he, Armag, would never die.

To Gozreh and Pharasma’s eyes 

The boast was nothing but a lie.

’How dare,’ said they, ‘Armag should cry 

’That he, mere man, should never die!’

The Pale One plotted from her home 

To steal him to her Yard of Bones.

When she and Gozreh had their way,

That time was Armag’s dying day.

Red dragon sent by vengeful gods

Ripped out Armag’s heart with its claws. 

But Gorum had last laugh that day;

Armag’s black soul was here to stay.

Ovinrbaane, so named the Sword

Was crafted by the Iron Lord 

To keep the warrior’s soul interred 

Until the stars had their last word.

And born again, he shall return 

To widow wives, your fields to burn.

Twice-Born, Armag, with damning cry 

Shall show the gods he’ll never die.

Gyronna’s chosen, without Name! 

Black Sisters wielding hatred’s flame!

They’ll crack the Earth, and bleed the Sky:

Armag Twice-Born shall never die!


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