The many races of the Setting
The mighty of the North will hear our roar
Born of the Dragon, Shunned by Man
They have worked forges,
The oldest among us
Guide us through the night, Guide us through the dark
Low level Machinist
By Arah's might I shall win this fight
Jewel, watches, small dohickeys
They were the first among the races.
You gonna eat that?
Orc, Orcs, Orc
A rhyme or a limerick both will cost you a line.
We were once human
