The Riddle of Krigarlandet

Opposite thy facing direction,
Lay thy entrance to a map.
Carved in the ground,
Sitting in the city's lap.

North and South, one felled, thee foe remains.
Between them, the vastly gap.
Crossed the expanse,
Akin by naught but mishap.

Cursed were the Skräck, by their own indeed,
By Entity Three O' Three.
Out of their form,
With naught to bind them but he.

Two jewels, Six rings, four of wrists, two neck,
And but one Crown of decree.
Alas, this all,
The result of vengeful glee.

All of the Skräck's items of power
Bound by the sphere in the North.
From whence they came,
There they will, shall! return'th

Yea, the map shall lead thee to the Sphere.
Behold through it the emblem,
O' the Skräck's own,
What thee views, thee must condemn.

For without the end of the emblem,
Strong their items' bond remain.
Go forth yonder,
Be swift; time thee will not gain!

Spy the map! Look down upon the map!
Observe its web of many engraved,
Deeply entrenched, far across embossed,
Lines of the map, worst bane of the Skräck.