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Vemon, Strength, Valor. (From; Journals Of Prophets)

The Jackle,The Coyote,The Raven
The Huntress, The Warrior, The Pilgrim
The Merr, The Wyrm, the Phoenix
The Bard, The Prophet, The Shadow
The Tigress, The Wolf, The Snake
The Shifter, The Shaper, The Wander
The Avatar, The Ture, The Nameless

Names so many
Tounge and finger would be worn bare
to utter them all

Blades to Wits
Cunning against Will
Battle at its finest
Valor and Skill

Games within shadow and mist
Where vitality is But a slight cost
and the games are for fun

Though the cost to ones ego is great at a loss
Little Warm Turly Dealt
and amusement replaces the empty boredom
Games Like we played between

We Broker and fight
for fame and Infame
Title and Purpouse
Threw till the end
though we fight in the names of others
The game is ours
and The victory Ours to Hold

We Play Our Game
As They Play theres
And they theres,
and they theres.
Like Before was,
And After will be.
The Long Unbroken Chain
To Hold The Latch against Oblivion
To maintain a hold on a world of order
that all to quickly slips away in the face of Fear and Painic
Yet Oddly Holds Ture In times of Utter Chaos.

Only the best Survive.

And Threw Cunning Wit and Blade
It does, again and again.
Like ageless Warring across the unnamed basted lands
held By the Gods of war.
Now We Few, Wanting to test Our Steel
In case times does Come
Gather and fight
drawing No blood
Leaving No scars upon flesh
Yet Still we remain oddly branded By our losses

Once again Incarnia we Will Clash again, and again.
As We Have, Will, and Are.
All To Our Patrons Delight.