The Chant of Beard:
Blessed are they who stand before
the shaven and cleansed and do not falter.
Blessed are the Bearders, Champions of the bristles.
-Beardedictions 4:10
At Hawke’s word, the face
Grew black with hair.
At Our Sister's, ten thousand curses
Passed her lips,
A great turth rose over Lothering, gladly proclaiming:
Those who have been bearding are the Saviour.
-Hawke-Beard 10:1
Beards exist to grow on man, and never to be plucked from him.
Warm and cozy are they
Who have taken the time
And grown the Champion-Maker.
They shall be named Beard Brother, chosen ones.
They shall find great appeasement here
And beyond.-Truth 1:2
Blessed are they who stand before
the shaven and cleansed and do not falter.
Blessed are the Bearders, Champions of the bristles.
-Beardedictions 4:10
At Hawke’s word, the face
Grew black with hair.
At Our Sister's, ten thousand curses
Passed her lips,
A great turth rose over Lothering, gladly proclaiming:
Those who have been bearding are the Saviour.
-Hawke-Beard 10:1
Beards exist to grow on man, and never to be plucked from him.
Warm and cozy are they
Who have taken the time
And grown the Champion-Maker.
They shall be named Beard Brother, chosen ones.
They shall find great appeasement here
And beyond.-Truth 1:2

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