When first Rithuxurrmorn awoke
Eyes burning coals, mouth belching smoke
With claws as sharp as rose’s thorn
He rent the sea and land was born.
His massive wings, when they unfurled
Threw gusts of wind across the world
They scattered the peoples and creatures he made
The chaos complete made anger fade.
Arydia grew from his roar
To order all from shore to shore
And in her light did all grow wise
A guide to all before her eyes.
But flames of rage were quickly fanned
By gnomes, orcs, elves, dwarves, halflings and man.
As every race evolved and grew
Rithuxurrmorn, they nearly slew.
With help from her, the men grew bold
And railed against Ruthuxurr’s hold
Back and forth and to this day
Neither god has had their way.
–Rinwhin the Bard