Come, draw near, and heed the cards,
For fate hath spoken through the stars.
I see a path where shadows wind,
And thirteen souls ye seek to find.
Not twelve shall gather, nor fourteen stand,
But thirteen chosen by fortune’s hand.
Through distant lands and nights unknown,
Ye search for those who’ll claim their own.
One shall come when the moon is high,
Another beneath a crimson sky.
Some lost, some proud, some born to fight,
Yet thirteen names shall meet one night.
The cards are turned, the omens align,
Thirteen places, by fate’s design.
Seek them swiftly, seek them true—
For the Faction awaits its chosen crew.
And when the thirteenth hath crossed the door,
The search shall end forevermore.