Ode to Arrelion

  He was once a young man, like the elder in the past

  He had a brother but not kin who was by his side

  They trained with the Magi and they learned fast

  The first elf of the lands was their elder and guide

  Mateo the older, Arrelion the younger

  This Magi was an aether that would change their world

  For their thirst was unquenchable and they had a hunger

  Together these men had a plan that would soon unfurl

  For the power was too immense for these young, impressible ones

  And their teacher saw a corruption that he could not quell

  For despite the danger to come, he could not harm his foster sons

  Arrelion’s power and Mateo’s drive broke free of their shell

  The wards placed by their elder shook, splintered, and shattered

  The Magi was now theirs to do as they pleased

  The boys were now men and the power they had mastered

  But as for their bodies, the magic had seized

  “Draak’Terra is ripe for the taking,” Mateo smiled

  “Well spread the Magi to those that we choose,” Arrelion agreed

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  “Our mages will rule from the cities to the wild”

  “And a new dawn we shall breed”

  A council was formed and reached across the land like the shadow of a tower

  And with it the Arcana War was born from its fire

  The mages were ruthless only matched by their unfathomable power

  This war had no glory, only brutality and ire

  However, despite the near victory, Arrelion was heavy with sadness

  He had slaughtered thousands and with each blow felt their pain

  Arrelion knew his actions were of a false heart and were built on pure madness

  The brand burned into their lives would leave nothing but a stain

  Arrelion needed to rise and bring retribution to the people that he once sought to end

  Taking his spell sword strapped across his back he sided with his new allies

  And led battle after battle against Mateo, his lifelong friend

  Now the final conflict was here under the war torn skies

  And Arrelion and Mateo clashed severing their chain that was once sound

  The world was free from the tyranny of the council and mages

  Mateo vanished from history, neither dead nor found

  Together the people forged a new council to train young ones through the ages

  For his turn against Mateo, Arrelion would be celebrated a hero and legend

  But in his soul his own legacy would forever be questioned

  Wings Like Ash: The Hands of Alanna

  As their name would suggest, the Hands of Alanna are servants to the Goddess of Death. All creatures have a soul, and while in life your soul belongs to you, in death, all souls are Alanna’s. After death, souls are supposed to pass into the Roaming Plane and take their place in her realm, but there are those who cling to the Mortal Plane, and it is the Hand of Alanna’s duty to send wandering souls to the Roaming Plane where they belong. Armed with an ethereal bow, the Hand of Alanna traverses Draak’Terra searching for lost souls to reap.

  When your fallen spirit lingers

  No longer safe and tethered

  To keep away from the Night’s fingers

  Bow in hand and ashy wings feathered

  Her servants descend to reap your soul

  Ending your torment and pain

  The fear of your final moment, the toll

  And then they will flock back to the Roaming Plane