/soy/ - Soyjaks

The tribes of Almain, in a feeble quest
To mend the ruin they in yore had wrought,
When ancient Rome and Hellas they laid waste,
Have birthed the measure of the pale world's state:
A brittle league of long-departed realms.
Their shadowed lineage yields a tender flesh
That blisters 'neath the chariot of the sun,
With visages profound and heavy-hewn.
They may grant thee safe passage through their bounds,
And let thee wield their engines and their arts,
If thou but swear thy fealty to the Fiend.