In deadly N'rolav, in dark Dundee,
sorrowful place of shadows unending,
I hunted horrors through haunted streets,
through fallen ruins and foul sewers.

A sight I saw, sudden and wonderful:
Green Crystal Guardians, a goddess's heralds;
and from on high I heard the voice
of the goddess Carol, in glory revealed.

Beneath my helm the hair hackled;
I stood and awaited the word of the goddess.
"Well met," she said, "warrior of Valorn,
cleansing this land of the creatures of darkness."

From her merciful hands a holy blessing
she granted to me, the gods' favor.
And I went forth to fight the darkness,
inspired by her word, her willing servant.

So the gods walk in the ways of N'rolav,
treading its darkness like the daylight of Valorn,
not lost but alive, in their light and power.

N'ROLAV DUNDEE TEMPLE

In N'rolav Dundee's dark deserted keep
I read these words, while resting from the fray,
carved in that empty shrine of sorrow deep:
"Lost gods, return and help us now, we pray!"

Within that temple Ben and Cory stand,
their faces worn, but watchful still and wise;
and though foul creatures stalk that barren land,
none dare to pass beneath their holy eyes.

They are not lost, those gods to whom they prayed;
for where their names are spoken, there they be.
No fall of dark can make their brightness fade,
and from their power evil creatures flee.

Speak, then, the prayers; once more uplift each name
of Valorn's gods, their temple to reclaim.