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Rememberance of the Four, Act One

O, it has been sung five times before
And it shall resonate in the future forever more
But for the Four I will repeat, in the rememberance of their name

Picture a land of beautiful peace, fabled and forgotten
One where sins were so few, and no ill men yet lived
Creatures both bird and serpent, standing on two legs
Praying to violent Gods, terrified of the world beyond
Stood hidden on this continent they called Firavon

There, from dirt came the humans
So innocent and childish
Toiling in the mud in survival
Their segmented hands yet untouched
By the beautiful demons
And their coming rise

The bird-serpent creatures, thus promptly named  Atorains
Watched as many rose: such as the Dwarves and the Elves
Who were proud and well-defined, not standing in their grand design
Taking the humans, the most malleable, they guaranteed their slaves
In the coming madness...

Fire raining down upon the world, a time of magic and power
The First Ancient War, where all killed in a land sundered
And as the Atorains carved their Domain, the others fled
Leaving only the humans amidst the bloodshed

Much did their segmented hands did craft, copying their masters
Building many cities, crafting many arts
Of which the reptiles grew jealous, plotting the ambitious's very demise
And so a plan they devised, to rid the world of mankind...
Written by Roguenarak
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