Morek/Literature

An archive of Morek's literature.

Songs

Song of Scum

Wots the greatest Land there is?
Its plain for all to see
The fame of Morek carries all
Its home for you and me!

The foemen come in clumsy ranks
their troops are green and Raw
They know they're gonna die tonite
we'll give em shock and awe!

We own all your Generals!
We own all your guns!
We own all your Bases!
Its better if you Run!

Morek!
Oh Morek!
You're for it!
You scum!

Phillipe Altenhar (Knight of Shomrak)

Poems

The Ravens of Ambition

" The Ravens of Ambition, crimson beaked, are gathered round the corpse of Morek,

The Wolves of Intolerance, crimson toothed, are hungry for the blood I love.

The Cup of Freedom, Sweet to taste, lies dashed from the lips of Morek,

The Rights of Men, Hard to keep, are stolen from the land I love. "

Anon.

And a response,

" The Rights of men, defined again, By some brash young mans zeal,

had no conception, of creation, of Moreks true ideal,

No understanding, bitter fought, Of life beneath the stars,

And knew no lesson, had no respect, for Moreks battle scars, "

Anon

Folklore

Several stories around Unterstrom revolve around the "Knight and His Maidenly Sister. "

Three to four hundred years ago a rural knight of the Unterwald and his maiden sister were traveling. Some scraps mention that they were heading to a wedding, others a pilgrimage, but both camps agree that the knight donned his armor all the same, mentioning that he could not leave his castle even for a hunt without worry of peasants waylaying him. Such was the poverty of the region.

After someways of travel, they got lost. They were later waylaid by a monster, whom in exchange for their lives asked him for 'shiny skin.' The knight agreed, but was horror struck to find a tent made of human leather. The faces of countless men and women sewn together in a swirl of flesh. Arms to flanks, hands to cheeks necks to genitals. As the knight began to remove his armor, the monster pulled out a long knife. The maiden screamed reminders of their deal as he was flayed. The monster then let his lidless eyes stare as he began to flay the screaming maiden. He pranced, showing the sheen of their blood on their own naked flesh, arms tied around the monsters neck like a cloak.

Many places along the edge of the Unterwald display a flayed man and woman staked to the trunks of trees, staring at each other.