Cult of Ashand (Chapter Three) The Secret Seal
	The wasteland that the demon left, A world so seemingly bereft, Of fortune and future, wisdom and life, A world beset by fear and strife.
	The Cult did see its bloody end, It's ceaseless striving to defend, The house and those who bear the mark, From evil deeds and magik dark.
	Only the power of the secret seal, Would have the potency to heal, A journey they must undertake, A journey to the feared dark lake,
	A frightful accomplice must be sought, If the Merroan Isle is to be fought, And the secret seal is to be found; The Seventh Sentinel unbound!
	The sentinel did lead the cult, Through pandemonium and tumult, To find the lair of demons eight, To find the seal, to seal their fate.
	The demons fought enslavement well, The eye ensured they finally fell, To tread the path they know so well, under the thrall of the sentinels spell.
	Travelling by day and night, To the octagon of light, Wherein doth lie the secret seal, Wherein the demons must make their deal.
	Eight coins deposited around, Eight points of light upon the ground, Bring forth a noise of deathly dread, Eight demons fall, eight demons dead.
	The seal now lay within their sight, No more, the octagon of light, But if the cult should touch their prize, Then they would surely vapourize.
	They called the seventh sentinel, To cast it's transmigration spell, Within the House the seal shall rest, Until the time of their Merroan quest.
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