In the Eastern shores of Seervah
A ragtag group of necromancers
Took unto themselves to build
A kingdom for themselves.
Hungry for prestige and glory
Fiends of ravenous ravens roosting
In the rafters of their Gothic cathedrals
Haunting the region with specters and skeletons
Oligarchs tore the fragile kingdom asunder in their palms
Till one woman arose to crush them into shape
Serana with her aspirations to commit deicide
To tear the throne of death from Mashalek’s hands
