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(Included in the Tara booklet is "Poetick Magick" written by Proscriptor:

Ioldánach's Accepted Wisdom, In Prefaced Tense:

In the great strategy of bout, there will be three thousand score

They will do as they see fit

They are neither younger nor older

Than them, in their klans;

A triumph declared: three tyrants will conquer

Surmounting for undying candor

As one and three will stand as one;

Their swords blemish with crimson clots

That's a great honor, killing one by one, and

"A great incentive," according to them

If they go to where the king is killed, then

They will compose (he shall decompose)-

They will compile a final victory for his fortitude

Posed within his mind)