Our Only Master - Dunsmuir

Landfall at sunrise without incident

All instruments functioning fine

However a few of the crew are uneasy

The way of the laborer’s mind

Some cower fearing the unknown

Give tributes ad astra

But we are bound to experience

Fact is purpose and science is our only master

We awoke to discover the priest has gone missing

Some whisper the island is cursed

I’ve provided them rifles to calm their excitement

Nothing will compromise work

Forbidden equations

Tremble his skull

The sigils are balanced

And the outcome is null

Elegant purpose

No mark of defect

The theory is sound

Both pure and correct

Myrmidon

They refuse to move or even speak

They talk of Devil-men, demons and beasts

Saboteurs!

Mutineers

I’ll show them all what it means to fear

Some cower seeing the unknown

Give tributes ad astra

But we are bound to experience

Fact is purpose and science is our only master