New Celest
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Captured in the glow of the Pool of Stars
in the wings of aquatic hummingbirds
in the laughter of our children
The Light still shines, luminous and clear

Reflected, refracted, and refocused
By the sacred waters that cleanse and heal
Into a weapon against darkness and corruption
The Light still shines, proud and valiant

Enduring in the stones of our fair city
in the blue waves of the Inner Sea
in the smiles of our citizens
The Light still shines, warm and nurturing

Though many have forsaken its bright paths
Forgetting the Empire's former glory
And embracing the twisted power of the Taint
The Light still shines, patient and waiting

Father Sun still has yet to set on New Celest.

Magnagora
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You who live outside our walls
Who cannot see past our grim facade
Who know nothing of our earthy secrets
Who care not for our city's inner workings
You call us horrific, heartless, cruel, vile, Tainted

And we smile, knowing it to be true

We have made a friend of death and unlife
Forged pacts with the dread Demon Lords of Nil
Our magic draws upon the twisted, blackened earth
Granting us the power to engineer our own rebirth
Your sticks and stones and empty words do not touch us

You are the one who should be afraid

For one day, you may find yourself cowering
Groveling in the dirt before our terrible might
Watching the Megalith darken the Basin with its fumes
When we achieve dominion. And you are right to fear us
After all, we have far more uses for you dead than alive

Serenwilde
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The forest still echoes with the footfalls of White Stag
thundering past the trees with great leaps and strides,
his hooves beating a powerful rhythm on the green moss.
The wind still trembles with the memory of his voice
raised in a full-throated bellow of freedom and joy.
His spirit still remains with us, infusing the trees
and defending our home with the mystic powers of Nature.

The forest still sings with the dance of the three Avatars,
the Maiden, Mother, and Crone who represent Mother Moon.
Their ethereal music still haunts the highest tree branches,
weaving a magic of waxing and waning, growth and renewal
to which the Mother Moonhart sways and the pixies sing.
Their spells still embrace the forest in silvery beauty,
keeping darkness and abomination and horror at bay.

White Stag and Mother Moon, bless us always with your presence
In your wisdom and strength, we are guided and protected.
In your light, we flourish and grow strong.

Glomdoring
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Shadows writhe at the edge of vision, stealing
Forth over the world to cover the wyrden forest.

Its ravenwood trees thrive on darkness and decay
Stirring with whispers no mortal could comprehend.

The harsh laughter of crows cut through the silence
Their tenebrous forms winging above in search of prey.

A lone witch in a glade calls Mother Night to her aid
Choking the air with gloom that light cannot penetrate.

High in the trees, a black widow spins her silken web
A masterpiece of deadly splendor to hold a victim in her thrall.

Beneath the Master Ravenwood, a black rose blossoms
Amid a bed of thorns, as beautiful and cruel as the kiss of night.

Eternal dusk swathes the woods in dark, primal mysteries
Turning dreams into nightmares and truth into the unknown.

Glory be to Glomdoring, the Heart of Darkness
Home to those whose have no mercy in their hearts.

One day, the entire Basin will be like this.