Spirit of Conspiracy
A final send-off for Thracknar, drinking harder and harder to see the truth. He was a terrible person and a perfect party member, and we loved him for it. And a shocking number of our old characters survived the two hundred years to the main campaign, one way or another.
Filled with hatred but just for race
Thracknar pours ale down his face
Gotta stay drunk to see the truth
To find new secrets, get stronger booze
Dragged with people got no respect
They just prove that dwarves are best
Adding insult to injury
What Thracknar needs, they cannot see
Sing your heart out, racist dwarf
Your mind, ever-changing, never morphs
So sing your rage out, make it heard
Until all that's left is a Whisper
Final moments, truth to tell
Abandoned Thracknar to zombie hell
He just calls it therapy
Swings a maul to clean the streets
See the castle, wanna kill the king
Already dead, so no big thing
Ask the black cloaks as out they ride
What black books their satchels hide
Sing your heart out, drunken dwarf
Your mind, ever-changing, never morphs
So sing your rage out, make it heard
Until all that's left is a Whisper
Ari's offer, just walk through
Rest within the Wisdom's truth
Thracknar, exhausted, sober at last
Accepts the power, and the path
So hand Jasper the deadly book
By the Weave, your mind's been took
A path at last, complete your quest
Dreadlord cleanse the land of wretches
Sing your heart out, traitor dwarf
Your mind, ever-changing, never morphs
So sing your rage out, make it heard
Until all that's left is a Whisper
So lead your people with whispers, bold
Tell the half-truths to make them sold
Blood and souls to open path
Bring the Dreadlord here at last
Defend Akrodaur from invasion force
Whisper words to leave their corpse
Nothing's sadder, the Wisdom twists
Once proud, now dwarf on dwarf violence