Dark smoke exhales,
from the mountain half
And wind blows through hollow dells
Skies clear as day
shall soon turn gray
And you'll know
you're nearing Ornn
Barring your path
is a chasm wide
Howls rise from fathomless pits
But close stands a bridge
frozen by time
And across
you'll soon find Ornn
River of fire
that scorches the earth
Belies his kingdom of stone
And steel sings its tone
as a god stands alone
The Shaping Hand
we know as Ornn
Sparks leap and fly from the star-fallen ore
Forging his works, divine
Bellows erupt
with unbridled force
No longer lost
the Mountainsmith, Ornn
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