They chose your claim before you knew, A symbol carved to amplify reach. They lit the iron, and pressed it through- Now you’re the sign they used to preach.

I challenged a goddess renown for her skill, in a contest of craft and lofty thrill. My threads, though exquisite, brought about my fall. My hubris now a silken thread, left me walking on several legs instead.

Eos with her celestial torch scorches the heavens with its flame. A spectacle of vibrant hues containing marks of crimson and gold heralding a new beginning, but I am a fleeting masterpiece eventually devoured by the light.

I devour all things. I both shape and erase mountains and turn empires to dust. I am ever-present, but always fleeting. I’m both your greatest ally and your most relentless enemy.

I follow a code of conduct, the way of the warrior. My senses are as sharp as my sword. My armor bound together by silk and leather. My face a fearsome demon, striking terror into my foes.