HIBERNUS

Hibernus is a hot and desolate land, replete with dangerous denizens and exaggerated and grand terrain. At first glance the land seems deserted, but this is because the inhabitants are master of camouflage and stealth. They are fierce creatures, forged in the dusty cauldron that is Hibernus, with a gripping need for water and food driving their every move. Death hides beneath the dust, in the ruins and in the sky. Throughout Hibernus there is evidence of a once powerful civilisation, with soaring aqueducts and towers buried in the sands. The remains of petrified trees and dried out rivers hint at a once beautiful past, but the overwhelming lack of water destroys any romantic notion of a return to beauty.

The shifting sands reveal, the shifting sands obliterate.

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A CALL OF GUIDANCE
Songs of eternal rumble, by Anon Rockster.

Listen to the call of the RedScreecher
It calls to us with its staccato cry
Closing its beak before the blazing sun burns its tiny heart to ashes
It calls quickly and yet the world listens
It heralds the coming of the battle
A single tweet from within a billion grains of sand

The Double Happy Rabbits

THE HEART THAT EATS
Are they edible? Poem by Anon Sandworm.

Eat them, eat them, bones and flesh mine,
desperate the water, the life giving flow.
A heart that beats,
with blood we shall feast.
Tearing and shredding in lust, in rapture,
they shall give themselves to us. Rejoice.
We shall live, gracious for sacrifice,
but the pink and blue make ill our need,
bile and agony invade, reject.
Spew forth these rabbits, unable to subsume.
Are they not of us? Where not, if so?
Eat them, eat them?
What else?
If not.

The Infinite Sadness

HE RUMBLES
Songs of eternal rumble, by Anon Rockster

Earth and rock quake, shudder and rumble – we are torn between them.
We are children of the island, rising through magma, through strata, to live.
She is our birth, our death and all between.
He is our killer, twisting our thoughts, such is the sadness.
Strike out! He commands us, strike out with hate.
He is infinite, strong is his will.
Cover the totem, leave it to dust.
The island, our mother, she begs us. Resist!
But his word is the command.
Obey. We rumble. We quake. We crush.
Obey. Destroy. Obey. Destroy.

The History of the Isles

THE ONE
Songs of eternal rumble, by Anon Rockster

In the beginning the islands were one,
she was whole, serene, at peace with her totems,
she the one island.
We lived under her earth, in her belly secure,
in the warmth of her womb with her magma she fed us,
the volcano the opening - and we saw light.
The islands ripped apart, torn asunder with pain,
A Chimaeran Sea filled the void, fogged out our sight.
All creatures forgot the one island,
but we remember, we were there, in that birth, in that death,
rising through magma, through strata, to live.
She cries for the islands,
hopes she will again be one.