Of the strongest Factions there are five.

And one of them you must decide.

To place your lot, firm and true.

Lest all of the five come after you.

Though all are mighty, they are diverse.

From strictly noble to perverse.

Thus this rhyme will help you choose.

Among the many you can peruse.

The Amalgam of Trade is profit inclined.

Their quorum of wealth, so clearly defined.

Though seek you virtue and moral compass.

Their remit these things shall never encompass.

But if your balance sheet is fair.

They will make certain you get your share.

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The Galactic Confederacy comes next.

For if your family you are vexed.

They champion equality for any.

Offering safety for the many.

Yet sadly religion they do spurn.

Thus your soul is your own concern.

So The Unified theocracy springs to mind.

More pious elevants you’ll not find.

As endlessly they will debate.

On which Incarnate should weigh your slate.

But if your soul is your distress.

Pledging their cause will end your stress.

Though if its power you do want.

The Ash’Kur Dominion is no doubt your new haunt.

Valuing little else but strength.

For this they’ll go near any length.

To earn your place within their number.

Make crossing your path a fatal blunder.

Yet if its mindless slaughter you do crave.

And your soul you do gladly trade.

Zul The merciful and his Spikes.

Will eagerly provide for such delights.

But if your usefulness should wane.

Your screams are all that shall remain.

Now of these five you must apply.

And do so quickly before you die.