Hunted those of the Blood

Took refuge among the peoples of Jerris

Emerging as the rulers of the people

Known by their actions alone, they shall be Regal in spirit only.

Loyal and betrayer both, shall flock to them,

and then abandoned, they shall enter my shadow

Bearing the darkest burden shall they come,

To hear their penance.

And the Minions of the Hunter shall fall under their blades

Of all the company only one shall emerge from my shadow unchanged

One will on Gossamer wings depart, another suspended under a leathery span

One torn to pieces, reconstructed from those past.

One his body intact shall have his mind sundered.

A Body alone shall walk and by Blood claim the throne.

One with the darkest Stain shall be first to rule,

fear shall be his sceptre and of bones shall his throne be made.

Blood of the earth corrupts the lands, its wound festering.

All in its presence feel its taint.

Arrogance of the forebears must be addressed lest the contamination seeps into the new regime.

Death, reverence and sacrifice line the passage to penance.

Blood atones for blood.

From death springs life

From chaos balance

And Jerris shall be born anew