Taane drifts towards the west, their spirit beckons forth to all those who live above its roots
""We must prepare, for there's an ancient evil taking hold for souls his chaos magick now pollutes""
Now centuries have passed since the merge of the spark and the druid cast new order upon these forest lands with the power it imbues
So formed their cultures caste:
With their lives ruled by strength, power given at last!
Those who fear the pain of judgment in the lowest class
It beckons now payment is due
Set sail for war, the hour draws nigh
Taane sensed the lives claimed by the lich, the echoes of their spirits cries.
Set sail for war, the hour draws nigh
The Alliance of Amelung shall never fall
Though this evil may rise, unmatched is our will to survive
A grave command to cull unblessed
Perspective is the key
The weak a needed sacrifice
Upon the roots they bleed to fuel the forest fortress's journey to the west
as nations north begin to learn of this unrest
Upon one dark and dreary night a fleet arrived at port
The only to escape Bastel, l to the elect they must report
""The news of Chaos spreading wide a grave concern indeed
To face this foe we must join forces with old enemies.""
And so they ventured to the south, to the Believers of the bog
Those who abandoned science! worshiping celestial fog
They call upon their old Alliance
""we must reconvene, for sacrifice and science must resist this utter villainy""
""Ahh here our mighty friends of science, many days behind.
Our wise and humble scriers have foretold these horrors many times
Though you may not believe, this Lich betrayed his makers will devine
His actions Blasphemy!
We join you know to crush that wicked swine""
Set sail for war, the hour draws nigh
Taane sensed the lives claimed by the lich, the echoes of their spirits cries.
Set sail for war, the hour draws nigh
The Alliance of Amelung shall never fall
Though this evil may rise, The Lich and his chaos must die!
We will survive!"