The Path to Hearth-Home Edytuj
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 fin Ornn.
River of fire, that scorches the earth, belies his kingfom 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...