A quest never meant to be,

And end it never will;

The deed was needed so to free,

The hopeless and the frail.

The darkest storm will rage on

Long after its defeat;

The bright can only hold so long,

And find another will meet.

In the darkest of the night,

Listen to the storms-

The ghostly stories and the freight,

Is more than just the scorns-

They are the ones you must follow,

They are the creatures you seek.

They are the old that created the shallow

Treasure of the deep.

Travel far and travel right,

Be careful what you do,

You never know when the scourge just might

Make its last dangerous move.

Rise up,

Stand firm,

Face what comes.

The realm needs the likes of you.

For you are the chosen few.