Many months of intense battle -
Blood and gore while they died like cattle -
Deep frustrations and breathtaking victory -
Heavily contested, exciting till the end of misery
Now I hear celebration and lamentation, but let it be known to all!
The formidable scepter, the essence of night is ours!
Loremasters, you made me proud -
We fought alone, we fought as a guild -
We did not crumble, we stood strong
Lady Xanthe, beloved guildpatron, I devote this victory to You.
For you were there, besides us, empowering us.
Lets now use the night to shroud the land in Vengeance.
Zwartia, the Lorewitch - Guildmistress of The Loremasters
Written by my hand on the 12th of Hindyear, in the year 1152.