Welcome there weak mortal whose flesh will fold and sag. This twisted tome you're touching contains a horrid hag. Demented in her death pact she seeks Salaiken end. Claws and flame are rampant, religion's role to rend. Add here a tool of terror: there is an evil axe, That slices through the story and leaves its bloody tracks. And demon dire is hungry that came from another plane. Where is his allegiance? What flesh has monster slain? Here comes a prentice average: a hero he must be. And he does face a question: will humans still be free? Echoes of Wagner's 'Ring', of medieval romance and...

Once again, dear mortal, we dance within your mind.
This twisted tome seduces as faction fools unwind.
Upon an island, Jolm, a princess could not conceive;
Some factions now are jostling, the Royal power to thieve.
The Kasgar are the engineers - they wish to make a claim;
The Boldar are the merchants - with money they would maim;
The Gleur do choose emotions to spread with stylish patter;
The Relka are the influencers - they are the ones that matter.
A Bard is here, hard working, to earn his needy coin.
The Ocressa priests are septic - they make the moral join.
All factions seeking power do...