[!] A strange parchment could be found anywhere in souther Middelan; bearing the old sigil of Adria and House Sarkozic. It looked like drops of water fell onto it, wherever it was found, even in the desert. Odd…
THE ADRIAN DOGS
A RENZFELD TALE
4th of Amber Cold, 1962
TO THE PEOPLE OF ADRIA,
In these times many tell you who you are. They might even dare and say: You are not Adrian. But it matters not, for you are who you are. But so; let me tell you who your ancestors were.
They were Adrians. Adrian Dogs.
In the shadowed annals of Adria's lore,
Resounds a saga from an age of yore.
"Adrian Dogs," a title steeped in scorn,
Bestowed by Lorraine, in malice born.
From Arcasian Renzfeld, this epithet came,
A brand of shame, staining Adria's name.
For Lorraine's miscreants, vile and low,
Wrought havoc and terror with each blow.
Skirmishes erupted, a clash of steel,
As Adria's sons defended with zeal.
Lorraine's treachery, a fire unchained,
Threatened to scorch Euler Fields, profaned.
Yet justice prevailed, the Emperor's decree,
Brought Lorraine to heel, setting Adria free.
The land cleansed of its sinister breed,
Lorraine's power crushed, its evil deed.
Yet the Empress-Mother, with guile and lies,
Sought to tarnish Adria's noble guise.
But Adria stood firm, its honor secured,
Her falsehoods vanquished, her deceit obscured.
Now "Adrian Dogs," in victory crowned,
A symbol of courage, the people renowned.
For though once reviled, they rose above,
In triumph, their valor, a beacon of love.
THE ADRIAN DOGS.