The Primal Way

Warning

This lore has been superseded. For the current version, see Savage Lands.

The jungle claims the weak | the feeble and slow
Those who cannot endure | their end feeds the wild
The wild claims the blood | the flesh and bone
Feasts upon the dead | and the dying, all
Where is the kindred | of the jungle deep
Whose heart still beats | somewhere beyond
Predator or prey | kill or be killed
In fear quake all | who at death’s feet lie.