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Under sun and sky and watchful eye,
A creature born, awoke,

The hope fulfilled of Brynnturok.

A god assumed, unknown, oath-bringing.
An oath with cracks like wildfire spreading.

Elven, Human, Dwarven, Orc.

Wars innumerable, desolation and despair,
Spared from Zileska on wing and Dragon stare.

A fate delayed. No victory won.
All peace and prosperity will be undone.

Through ages may she ageless be,
From every mouth with language’d tongue, the dragon-praises sing,

That the God of Brynnturok new life may bring.

All races dead and dead unresting.

A test failed because of my oath-breaking.

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