Prologue

A man of passion turned slowly tame, lie without motion in a place covered in blackened stain. 

He is the master of sorrow, in a pit of despair, on a throne that lies both soulless and bare. 

the man who endures such gruesome maim, shall hide away to revel in all that is pain. 

A king of nothing, the ruler of not, he brings to these lands but corruption and rot. 

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Four beasts lying in shadow and slumber. But shall soon awake to a newfound hunger

The first is a brute. his strength knows no best, for he hides away deep, in the darkest forest.

The second is nimble, with no armor nor shield, and they say it stalks from inside a field.

The third is quiet. In its peace and slaughter, heard to haunt a place of shallow water.

The last is not least in these trying times. And it hides in a place that no longer shines.

The tests of the many are great and unique, but one of them is not all that you peek. 

It is different in spirit and in language. it is never dead, No matter the carnage.

The king is the source, and he’s taken the fall. For he’s the man who has lost it all.