Telword's Reward

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To Cain, the masked Marshall of Myrkul

Dour he was, dark

Discomfort he brought
Disaster for Myrkul's foes

He freed Death's captives to feed his band
Fought them, freed them, spent them
Led them to shed the blood of Myrkul's foes

Freed them with him to scatter and slaughter
Himself the spearpoint, Myrkul's man
Felled man and fiend with his fearsome flail
Man and fiend were Myrkul's foes

Driven to dare the quests of others
Driven to make them greatly grateful
Driven to make disciples: glory he earned
All glory he spurned, gave to his god
Red with the blood of Myrkul's foes.