Saga of Jallot the Scented, Champion of Slaaneth

In the light we met tree with axe and hammer.
In the night we met men with tooth and claw.
My father fell when they came at last
Holy Slaaneth brought succor and chosen defender
Scattering villagers with beast and blade.
The forest became our home
And wild beastmen were joined with much revel
I was marked with their power
And now march as the wolf-giant of my Lady.

Foes clashed in quiet towns
We rode in search of what scraps remained
Bloody-handed rivals crossed our path
Pain and pleasure fought most vicious
Until Kharneth fled in fear.

Hatred simmered through pitiful roars
Farcicle challenge was drawn to mend shattered honour
Khargor drew blood and was appeased
If only for a time.

When rival tribe raided the land
Claiming high priest of dark power
Alliance was pledged
And rescue mounted
But foul followers of Kharneth turned coat
Honour discarded as bray met blade
Great minotaur fell beneath spawn's flames.
Low mercenaries flocked towards our funeral pyre
As the gods of pleasure rewarded us
With powerful daemons of spell and blade.

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