Those of the Order, Hark and listen close!

[Apokriphos]

*Inscribed in illithid-like calligraphy over the arch in the great hall*


With a furious anger and great vengeance

It was that the mighty lord descended from above.

"Those whom treat unlawfully the vast resources of the Elvin,"

"Shalt by mine edict be punished with the final retributions of death."


But it came to be that those who would be guilty

Lay not in this world, but in a plane of infinite white.

Thus it was that a noble dwarf,

Hailing from the bottom of a spongy sea,

Who answered this deities plea.

But alas, his might was not enough.


Hark,

For it is not the end of this tale quite yet.


You see,

It was the all-knowing one,

Blessed be he,

With but a brush of his hand,

Vast monstrosities were pulled from the very depths of hell,

And from the highest peaks in heaven into his service,

To punish those who would seek to gain his attention,

Upon the fields of battle.


The earths shook,

The demons roared with hellfires' rage,

The champions three could not be quenched.


Days came and gone,

And went again,

But the duel itself would not end.


Finally,

With finality,

The deity smiled.

Those who had transgressed,

Would not be smitten today.


For his lesson was thus,

Vengeance is not achieved by the rash,

But by the careful steady gradual plans,

Of those with the will to fight.