To Queen Dawn's Protectors.
You are walking the streets of Trinsic or Vesper.
The wind blows through the streets. Storm clouds boil overhead.
You come to the door of a Shop or Tavern. Pinned to it with a stiletto dagger is a note written in crimson ink.
You have won yourself a great victory today. You should be proud.
Revel for a time in the glory that is yours. Drink to the men that have fallen. And honor those you have lost.
But do not savor it too long. For we shall return.
We are your brothers. Your sisters. Your lovers and your friends. We are the shadow that walks amongst you and lays all your sins bare. When the time comes it shall be we that wipe away your hypocricy, your pride, and all the things you claim to hold dear.
So look now to your Defenses. Arm yourselves. Send your innocents from the Cities. For the Bane of Virtue cometh. And he knows not mercy.
- The Bane Chosen.
You are walking the streets of Trinsic or Vesper.
The wind blows through the streets. Storm clouds boil overhead.
You come to the door of a Shop or Tavern. Pinned to it with a stiletto dagger is a note written in crimson ink.
You have won yourself a great victory today. You should be proud.
Revel for a time in the glory that is yours. Drink to the men that have fallen. And honor those you have lost.
But do not savor it too long. For we shall return.
We are your brothers. Your sisters. Your lovers and your friends. We are the shadow that walks amongst you and lays all your sins bare. When the time comes it shall be we that wipe away your hypocricy, your pride, and all the things you claim to hold dear.
So look now to your Defenses. Arm yourselves. Send your innocents from the Cities. For the Bane of Virtue cometh. And he knows not mercy.
- The Bane Chosen.