"Once, in ages past, o'er our lands
The tides of destruction were cast.
When elves, they fell, and dragons they fought,
A man - a witch, turned lich - was begot.
By his hand, the lich proclaimed,
Shall dead and dragon rule the land.
Bach'thal agreed, but Amros did sway,
And joined the elves to stop his reign.
Thus, so it goes, that Bach'thal failed;
But Lorkat, cunning, escaped his foes.
Some still pray, and all still fear,
that Lorkat shall again draw near.
When, again, the Lich-Lord shall rise,
he'll call the flight unto the skies.
For when dragons fly and liches stalk,
There is no room for man to walk.
And so, the epilogue shall commence:
When dragons old and souls encaptured,
shall fight for evil rule and rapture;
But who shall win, it matters not,
For in either end is eternity wrought."— The Legend of Lorkat Bol, as passed down by Valsh Loresingers
