Deep within the blazing planes of fire, Fennin Ro ignites a primal pyre, The Tyrant of the Sun begins to wake, With molten earth and ashes in his wake, The ancient father commands the burning choir. His fiery son, the proud and ruthless prince, Solusek Ro has shown no mercy since, He rules the tower where the magma flows, And casts a scorching glare on friend and foes, Where mortal ambition turns to singed footprints. In Lavastorm the temples rise in smoke, Where scorched believers bear the heavy yoke, Solusek watches from his solar throne, A god of power standing all alone, Whose scorching fury leaves the landscape broke. Yet fire is not the only path they weave, For magic whispers what the flames believe, Druzzil Ro commands the mystic streams, The weaver of the fabric and the dreams, A cosmic sister whom the stars receive. The Plane of Magic hums with arcane might, Where spells are spun across the starry night, Druzzil guides the currents through the spheres, Protecting Norrath through the passing years, Keeping the fragile threads of woven light. A divine bloodline of immense design, The powerful members of the family Ro align, From Fennin’s heat to Solusek’s fierce wrath, To Druzzil walking down the arcane path, Their mighty influences intertwine. Then shadows fell upon the mystic plane, A cataclysm brought a sudden bane, With Druzzil struck down in a shattered burst, The Burning Prince unleashes all his thirst, And vengeance echoes through the fiery rain. The heavens fracture and the magic storms, As chaos rises in untamed new forms, Fennin and Solusek watch the ruin spread, While fallen deities and mortals tread, Through ancient fires and elemental swarms. Through ancient fires... and elemental swarms...
