In lands where sands and secrets lie,
The House of Manticore does rise,
With purpose set and hearts so bold,
To realms obscure and truths untold.

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Bathsheba's words, like shadows cast,
Foretell a future, grim and vast.
In Aydhab's reach, they seek to find
The Mothscale's power, fate entwined.

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For mushrooms rare 'neath desert sun,
A quest for knowledge has begun.
To ward off doom, they bravely march,
Guided by stars, through night so dark.