[Baalz]

I fear the song of the Tuatha draws near to the end. Foes rise from every corner of the world overwhelming us by sheer press of flesh. From north and south foul sorceries destroy the minds of our lords while foul undead are raised in ever growing numbers as the twins Arcoscephale and Ermor slowly crush the life from us. Insurgents in the former nations of Abyssia and Man continue to bleed us while the Emperor of T’ien Ch’i continues to mount resistance and defy our retribution for his aggression. Our noble lords are slowly ground down as the waves erode boulders, small as their lives and will are these common men have numbers without end.

The future looks bleak for the Sidhe, and the last of the Tuatha suit for their final battles. With little hope of lasting victory we marshal our last strength in defense of the old ways. Once we are gone the world shall be a bleaker place but one thing is certain, the final verse of the Tuatha song will be a glory worth singing.