SS.Lore Ragnalla

The Crown, Complete.

Crafted in the ancient darkness,
before light knew the way of things.

Wrought of will and wonder and woe,
The Watcher.
Carved from chill and chaos and callous,
The Claw.
Torn from time, and truth, and terror,
The Tentacle.
Made of might and magic and malice,
The Maw.
Forged in fear and faith and folly,
The Feather.

The five devotions,
The Crown, complete.

The Scattering

the light then learned the way of things.
Hunting the darkness through endless beginning.

Armies of seven heavens, descended into dark,
Even their platinum angel, a candle, a spark.

The light did conquer, in victory that day.
But the wrath of the void would only be delayed.

the Crown, incomplete, fragmented, scattered.
But the Watchful Eye looks on, unblinking, undeterred.

The Gathering

Now shards of light gather,
Orbiting the Void in worship.

They are Meaningless, Distance Sparks, Devoured.
They are Everything, Black Holes, Devouring.

These are the terms, the vicious promise of power.
There are her demands, retribution and reward.
To be naught, yet the gravitational pull of fate.
To find themselves utterly, hopelessly lost in her wake.

Which of her followers will follow faith unseen,
Will honor their patron, the titanic raptorial fiend?
As storm clouds gather, as armies descend,
Which of her warlocks will endure until the end?

To uncover The Claw, The Tentacle, The Feather,
To gather The Watcher, and not last, The Maw.
To complete the Crown all only to face her.
Their god, their source, the nest mistress, Ragnalla.

The Summoning

My fury flows through your veins,
My void consumes your pains.
My eye knows you,
Through and through and through.

You are curious, consumed, and chaotic.
You are determined, dramatic and dangerous.
You are my conduit.
You are my disciple.

You have been found wanting,
But this is not to be dismayed.
For you desires are of the most noble order
Truth, the means, the end, the all and over.
This truth you crave, the visions you see.
Discover the way, the path to me.

I am the Seeker of the Skies,
Fearsome in feathered cloak.
Approach, my disciple.
You shall be my terrible hope.