From the blood of battle where the banners fly, Rallos Zek arose to shake the waking sky. God of strength and conquest, master of the sword, Calling out his armies with a roaring word, Bidding every mortal march and bleed or die. Giants made in likeness of his giant frame, Marched across the continent to spread his name. Storming up the heavens in a blinded pride, Pushing back the boundaries of the gods inside, Charging up the stronghold with a ruthless aim. When the gods defeated his colossal host, Rallos Zek was shattered, but he kept his boast. Split into twin avatars of brutal might, Born again to conquer in the endless fight, Shadowing the living like a vengeful ghost. Talos Zek descended with a hardened shell, Lord of savage tactics and the battle's yell. Wielding brutal heavy iron in his grip, Watching every casualty and shield-wall slip, Dragging fallen heroes to a fiery hell. Sullon Zek embodied all their mingled rage, Bred to turn the crimson on a blood-soaked page. Goddess born of vengeance and the battle-heat, Never knowing mercy or the sweet retreat, Trapped within a fury that she can't assuage. Brothers and creators in the eternal war, Pushing every soldier to a bit-part score. Spilling blood for tribute at the altar stone, Ruling every empire from a rusted throne, Crying out for carnage ever more and more. In the Plane of Tactics where the shields are steel, Mortals face the horrors that the avatars feel. Wipe the raid to rubble when the spells misfire, Trapped inside the furnace of their father's fire, Praying that the nightmares aren't quite so real. Though the ages crumble and the empires fall, Rallos and his children answer every call. Father, son, and daughter in a triad bound, Ruling over every blood-anointed ground, Standing tall and heavy as the final wall. Standing tall and heavy as the final wall...
