The black clouds rolled savagely over the lands,
The storm bore down on the Siroccians.
Lightning struck down upon the temple of Him,
The storm dissapated at His whim.

The lands themselves shook, and the mortals fell silent,
Out of a slit in reality He appeared, sudden and violent.
May blood be spilled, may Your warriors roar,
Welcome home, mighty God of War.




Penned by my hand on the 7th of Daedalan, in the year 364 AF.