(Best accompanied by half-skilled players on a chaotic march. Horns, animal-skin drums necessary. Vocal skill unnecessary)

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For Ashtan! For Ashtan!
Warcries the Sentinel of the Bastion
A rogue of many passions,
Out raising the cry, "For Ashtan!"

The Keeper of the Spear,
Well he keeps one still.
Skirmishin' 'gainst any foe,
of the Breaker of All Will.
Need a noose or swift dart trap,
His skills will fit the bill.
But don't count on him to take a watch,
He serves the Outer Chill

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Just last week I heard a tale
Of him doing a daring feat.
Hunting with aught but his teeth,
He outcompeted his wolf for meat.
But what can be said 'bout a predator
Who aims to completely deplete-
Life from e'ery environment,
While reclining in Chaos' Seat.

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Saw him just the other day,
Trumpetin' foes out the sky like gnats.
First elephant with the Mark of the Twin,
Since Flair's companion, Fats.
Critics ask how he learnt Woodlore,
"Go ahead, try to 'splain that".
He spends all his time with animals,
Always found Atop Batts.

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Penned by my hand on the 20th of Ero, in the year 1003 AF.