There once was a Prelate of the Church.
Who thought his opinions of great worth.
So we took him down into Azdun deep.
Where all manner of spooks like to keep.
But when the Zombies got there, and we found his skull to be bare.
We all soon knew why his words, not even a spiritual angel would
believe.

Laith Wolfe-Ta'sa An'Bhaird
- The Flourishing Hand of Eleusis


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Miraman, in the year 468 AF.