Death and Doom, Gloom and Room, your days are numbered where ye stand!
Scholars, mages, seize the Knowledge and harken to the Warriors hand!
From Moonglow Dark unto Trinsic Darker still, (Kaane) they rush to hold their Bloodroot's land.
A Magical Artifact buried there will go to those who hold Command!
Tide be swift, and waters sweet, warships moving fast and sleek.
The Plot unfurls, slaves will dig and bring death from deep within the sands.
A Name a whisper, a signed contract, for those who dare to risk the chance.
Blood and War are friends of Old and long they two have clasped deaths' hand.
