(hearken, the spell is woven.) the call of the worm. (Yawning wide beneath me.) the jaws of the worm. I stand now at the anvil, Adamantine hammer in my hand, In thunder-song the steel I smite, A clarion heard throughout this land. I hear the whispered words of the trees, Such ancient secrets they sing. Awaken, o' elder creatures of this sylvan realm, Stalk once more this ebon-cloaked eve. Spirits who dwell in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings. Ravenous, they howl to be unshackled, That their maws may be glutted with the blood of my foes.Īncient trees my brooding sentinels, Gnarled branches clawing the nighted heavens. Swaying serpents ring my oak-hewn throne, Night and shadow are my hunting dogs. The Words of the Forest-King on the Eve of the Nexus: I am the immortal King of the Deep Woods, Servitor of the Old Gods of the Forest.
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