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My friends and I recently started playing Iron Gods. I had gotten into the semi-habit of writing campaign logs during our Shattered Star campaign, but I wanted to try something different for this go-round. Having just re-read a batch of Robert E. Howard's poetry, I decided to give it a go. At my GM's behest, I share with all of you.
Numeria, where iron flesh and languid steel
So sternly strive to see their saga soon unfurled
When wicked gods of metal sought to rule o’er man
The Seven came to light the Torch, to save the world
Hither came Bil, feral master of war and wild
The beast lord, the one called Death by his warrior band
Strength of a bull, swift as a hare, to swim, fly, fight
Technic chains will chip and shatter by his stern hand
Hither came Cathal, bright-eyed, dark-haired warrior born
Dragging all his shattered faith and his broken chains
Howling his endless rage to the vault of the stars
Bearing his sword to where the Black Sovereign still reigns
Also came Dysim – the scholar, wizard, trickster
From a fabled line of cheaters to play for all
Cunning of a survivor and a scholar’s sight
The lowly rogue silently takes the master’s hall
Gilimphiloditangle Giampalixatangle
A’chasing wonder, half a step ahead of death
The coward who could never turn his eyes away
Stealing into peril, never taking but one breath
Hither came Lantis, the dark accursed, the damned
Fine frippery veils a feral ferocity
Prophets of steel prayed to a bloody god
Came Lantis, their dire bloody reckoning to see
Came Veredel, master of metal and magic
Weaving enchanted words into the swords and spears
A shattered heart seeking solace in blood
The lives of foes will pay the price for elven tears
Came Zelaran, the thunderer of steel and fire
Roaring and striking like a raging hurricane
Chasing wisdom in the circuit, sprocket, and gear
Dealing dire vengeance with ferocious iron rain
By bonds, by blood, by hate were these men called to go
Into the murk, where evil on itself was curled
To the silver portal and to destiny’s gate
The Seven came to light the Torch, to save the world
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As the aforementioned GM, I say "Bravo!" and note that the poet in question plays Cathal, a member of the Ghost Wolf tribe.
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Our second session took us through several chunks of the caves beneath Torch, as well as beyond the silver door, so I'll drop this one behind a spoiler tag.
Two Wolves
In endless night beneath the poison lake
The Seven sought to find the Foundry’s sage
For gold, glory, and for simple sake
Of charity in an inhuman age
The vile gremlins harassed the heroes bold
But as the humans clucked and quarreled so
Death Bil’s long-handled fang of iron cold
Cut off debate and panicked gremlins go
The tide of dead poured o’er the night-dark sand
Red eyes and white claws cut and claw for life
But Cathal bold made his heroic stand
The dead could not but scratch him in their strife
The Seven bold did plunge into the black
Five men alongside two wolves on attack