Poems regarding the harbinger immortals

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darkangel
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Poems regarding the harbinger immortals

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First, all credit goes to chat GPT for these. second, enjoy!

Aranas
In shadows deep, Aranas lurks, Great Spider of fears and smirks, Bringer of terror, weaver of lies, And master of souls that it ties.
Desperate ones seek its aid, To get revenge on those who've made Their lives a misery and pain, They offer servitude in exchange.
The night sky is said to be its web, Stars the souls it seeks to nab, Constantly craving more to gorge, Its hunger ever in forge.
A giant black spider with blue eyes, Or a nebulous mass of lies, A cluster of glowing points of light, Lurking in shadows, out of sight.
But listen now, to uncommon views, That Harbingers have been spreading too, Aranas, the Great Organizer, Weaver of dreams, society's inspirer.
It urged mankind to build and create, To form empires, guilds and trade, To craft artisanal wonders great, Interconnected webs it made.
Generations of neglect and scorn, Left it hungry and forlorn, Tragically hidden were its other roles, By those who turned against its goals.
So next time you hear the tales of fear, Remember there's more to Aranas, dear, Than just a monster seeking to consume, There's a weaver of dreams, inspiring to bloom.

Bathal:
Bathal, the Conquerer, an Immortal of War, Tall and imposing, with dark bronze skin to adore, A lean figure, and a handsome face, He wears heavy armor, well-used, not for show or grace.
Stoic and emotionless, he maintains his mien, Level-headed and intelligent, he's a battle-savvy machine, No sadistic bloodlusting wargod is he, Mercy and reason he shows when the battlefield requires it to be.
Bathal and Kurn work together, but with complex ties, Kurn is a difficult wildcard with a mercurial nature that tries, While Bathal considers him tactical and calculating, Kurn feels used and manipulated by Bathal's way of dictating.
Aphraen is the only one who could stand against him, But even then, the odds would be in Bathal's favor, and not slim.
In Shadgard, Bathal is somewhat accepted, But in Mistveil Dominion, he's popular, as is expected, He's most associated with Khaldea, the land of the brave, Where acts of dedication and acknowledgment are common offerings to pave.
Human sacrifice is wasteful, but tokens of victory are fine, A cut of spoils, and acts of dedication, and acknowledgment divine.
The Harbingers have additional views to spread, Bathal glories in sending mortals to war, his ideas to embed, Empowering humanity to fight for their causes and triumph, Over their enemies, and realize their ideas with a victorious imp.
War is the fire that fuels humankind's evolution, The rise and fall of nations, a necessary solution, It's the purging of an unstable foundation, Ready to be rebuilt with a greater inclination.
Bathal's conquests inspire innovation and new advances, Contributing to the ultimate growth of mortals, to take their chances.

Hesutu:
Hesutu, the Father of Seasons, Immortal of death and renewal, Ensuring endings to bring beginnings, But feared for his ways so cruel.
Disease, death, and decay are his tools, For a cycle of change to commence, Winter is his season of choice, To ensure a period of death's presence.
Sudden illnesses and resulting deaths, Are attributed to Hesutu's deeds, Blamed for Aetgardian Plague, As humanity grew beyond its needs.
The Harbingers have a different view, Seeing wisdom in Hesutu's ways, For all things must come to an end, For new life to have its say.
Eternal permanence is a meaningless state, Change is needed for life to thrive, Hesutu delights in the differences, Each cycle brings, to keep it alive.
In Mistveil Dominion, he is welcomed, But in Shadgard, only in whispers adored, Undead are despised for their circumvention, Of the natural cycle Hesutu so adored.
Legends say he has planned his own end, And perhaps his replacement too, But some question if change unending, Is a paradox to which there is no clue.
Hesutu, the Father of Seasons, May be feared, welcomed, or questioned, But his cycle of death and renewal, Is what keeps life's meaning freshened.

Kurn:
Kurn, the Ravager, Immortal of rage, Bloodlust, destruction, and regret. A monstrous arch-daemon, on a rampage, With many mouths that gnash and threat.
Her forms are many, all massive and wild, Filled with teeth that spew fire and bile. Her appearance, monstrous and bestial, With sharp horns, claws, and barbs that prickly trail.
She's Bathal's ally, but enemies with Bogvaskr, The nemesis that fled from her wrath. Her destiny to end a doomed world, some declare, But she fights against it, on a different path.
Her worship not accepted, in most of the lands, Given everything about her, so vile and grand. Human sacrifice, she would gleefully accept, A frightening tale for children, to keep them in check.
The Harbingers spread uncommon views, That Kurn inspires mortals to fight fate. To build up the strong and the cunning, they muse, And to create new life after destruction's gate.
Though associated with death and destruction, Kurn harbors a passion for life's vibrant seduction. She sympathizes with those who regret their path, And inspires them to create a new aftermath.
Kurn, the Ravager, Immortal of rage, Bloodlust, destruction, and regret. A being of monstrous visage, Yet also of life's deepest passion, I bet.

Malfant:
Malfant, the wraith of power and might, A seeker of secrets and forbidden knowledge in the night, An immortal guardian with eyes of blue light, Ever searching for more knowledge to take flight.
Throughout history, mortals have met with Malfant, Seeking knowledge, secrets, and magic to enchant, Yet they must first perform a task or give a memory implant, For Malfant's knowledge is not easily granted.
In appearance, Malfant is a wraith of ink-black nether, A humanoid figure with glowing blue eyes that tether, Sometimes a raven or with wings of black feather, A bringer of nightmares and madness, some say altogether.
But the Harbingers see Malfant in a different light, As a protector of mortalkind from their own fright, Granting knowledge to the wise and just, not the reckless in sight, Guarding greater secrets from threats beyond our might.
So heed the warning when seeking knowledge from Malfant's might, For only those fit to wield it can survive the endless night, And those who seek recklessly will invite their own plight, Malfant, the immortal guardian of knowledge and forbidden sight.

Ujaeio:
Ujaeio, the Jester so sly With countless identities to try Their masks vary, gaudy or fine Whimsical, amusing, always in disguise.
Sometimes with multiple faces to show Or multiple masks on one face to glow Ujaeio's ways are unpredictable Entertaining or annoying, a Jester's staple.
Known as a minor Immortal of performers and thieves And credited for the power of Bards and strange twists in history's leaves Worship of the Jester is rare, yet not frowned upon Perhaps their charm makes them a delight to fawn.
Legend has it that Ujaeio's name is not true But a random scrawling of a devout adherent, anew The name caught on and the Fool doesn't care For Ujaeio is a Jester, unpredictable and rare.

Yru:
In the void beyond the stars,
Where the Hungering Night resides,
Lies Yru, the Soulreaper,
Whose power none can deny.
With her scythe in hand,
And her gray robes trailing,
She tends to the lost souls,
Their cries, forever wailing.
Undm's Flaw, they call it,
The unfulfilled will and purpose,
Left behind when life departs,
A state of eternal desolateness.
But Yru and her followers,
Have the power to grant new life,
To the souls left abandoned,
In corpses, as undead they thrive.
For those who seek her out,
The Gift she bestows,
A burden or a boon,
It's up to them to choose.
The visions and the wails,
Can drive a person mad,
But serving Yru's purpose,
Brings peace and contentment to be had.
Not all accept her gift,
Seeing her as a curse,
But some join her ranks,
For a chance to quell the cacophony's verse.
Among the Harbingers,
Yru seeks recognition and influence,
Offering her knowledge and insights,
As well as her undead minions' nuisance.
And in the Mistveil Dominion,
Regulated worship is accepted,
For Yru's power to ensure,
The spirits' peace in the afterlife, expected.
Yru, the Soulreaper,
A figure feared and revered,
But to the lost and restless souls,
Her Gift is a welcome balm, they have cheered.
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