Embrace the Kelpie
From briny depths where shadows wait,
A creature surges, crashing fate.
Through ancient gates, its kin arise,
With gleaming eyes beneath the skies.
Born of salt, they roam the land,
Their mystic tide in ripples grand.
Yet whispers form where secrets dwell,
A shadowed cult, their hearts do swell.
Some raise their blades to slay the beast,
While others kneel to guard its feast.
What force is this, both wild and free,
That binds the heart of land and sea?
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Embrace the Salt
From the Gate of the Seventh Realm, the Salt Kelpie rose,
Wreaking havoc and ruin where coastal winds blow.
Wizard capitals, fierce, sought to slay the dread beast.
Its chaos a blight, choking commerce's feast.
Yet from shadows emerged a cult, fervent, unseen,
To guard the creature, both savage and serene.
They deemed its destruction vital to the Runiverse's core,
A paradox of ruin, yet sacred evermore.
In secret they toiled, their mission taboo,
For shielding the Kelpie risked banishment’s due.
Through countless moons, they hid from the fray,
Until chaos unveiled them, no soul could look away.
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