Carer, Terror, Trip, Word-Bearer - Sacrifice

Carer, Terror, Trip, Word-Bearer, thou aspirants 'gainst human error

Terror, Carer, Bearer, Trip, in coming age, the gods' grips slip.

But wherefore art the Sacrifice,

wherefore doth one crack the ceiling?

And what clever gems are these,

the rubies slipped under tongue concealing?

Know only that they seek the prize,

The green fire lit and burning high,

Its smoky signal pleasing none

Of gods whom human will has won.

In this age of our behest,

Of perils swift and death brought deft,

The People shall arise anew

And spread for many what was of few.

It is this we asked, o heroes outcast:

Can you plunder what is not yours?

Can fire be stolen from an overfed forge?

We, the gods of ages past, have laid before your feet the path.

Be our champions for this season and help us win our divine treason.

Come to the place herein described and speak aloud your name implied.

First comes Carer of the hearth, the sweet song sung

to freedom flung an upward birth. Death defines them,

just as life. Their feet will crumble before the knife.

Next is Terror, laden heavy, grisly farer.

Lo how each step sinks into the mud

Lo these filthy hands with blood.

Trip indeed for truth be told

what has not aged cannot be old

and time, that wicked, snarly beast

snares yet another fate for feast.

The Bearer wades through rivers of blood

and seeks only the coming flood.

Their thirst for more cannot be drowned

and verily, their foes abound.

And last, the Sacrifice is fit, chosen for a land unlit 

thereupon to wage a war unsealing the gilded door.

They know not peace inside their mind

for there are none else of their kind.

Carer, Terror, Trip, Word-Bearer, thou aspirants 'gainst human error

And Sacrifice, anon, indeed, the burden rests upon your speed.

At the bottom, it is emblazoned with a striking symbol.

[Doc-type:: campaign note]
[DND-Adventure:: Adventures in Tagrinel]