A man of honour a man who cares
A man who shared the darkness
yet brought the light.
His tables long but round
with a star of five points
So his warriors can all hear his point
From near and far.
While the dragons fly over head
The wolf-man warrior by his side
tall, protective like a father figure
Our leader raised by cursed wolves
but with his grace freed his friends
No slaves exist in Caernath he made it so
The high war lord of Caernath rules equal with charm and grace.
but fury like the darkest of storms
His group of 12 warriors, seers, healer.
around the table making laws, deciding wars and peace.
Come one, come all,
to hear the tales of.
The High Warlord of Caernath.
A giant in spirit, a friend in kin,
Whose heart burns brighter than the wrath of wind.
He lets no soul go hungry nor cold.
For in his eyes, all people hold
The spark of flame, the worth of kin.
No exile too lost, no outcast too thin.
The fire burns bright at Emberhelm’s gate,
For weary travellers and those burdened by fate.
Hungry, tired, or wounded deep,
He offers food, a place to sleep.
So if you wander, far or near,
Know this truth and hold it dear.
The High Warlord of Caernath stands,
With open heart and open hands.
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