Wherein we solve the mystery of Loric #10:

not a step will I cede; I will stand

with me staff on the bridge I command

we engage in a sport

of oaken retorts

in the end, 'e is drenched by me hand!

And unveil Lorick #11

an oracular god did direct

my coracular form to erect

with genetics I'm filled

and I float with a will

While the world of the sinful is wrecked