Dunes Rolling hills of sand, They make themselves adjacent, Rows of campers sleep.
Assenat Born of dragon blood, Magic elves of Arrenal, Now seer through time.
Canned beer All wrapped in metal, Bright delights without of it, Golden light within.
Leadhead Falling on the field, But never in his duty; An iron resolve.
Lordar Slayer of rat men, True Knight Hospitalier, Lost to the mountain.