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So you would
wish to follow my path Supplicant, you would wish to become one of
the Ravens of the Dark One, His mailed fist ever at His beck and
call? A hard
path you have chosen Supplicant, not one to tread or choose lightly, to follow in the footsteps of Harvas, most favoured of the Dark Ones warriors Which road shall
you follow Supplicant? Will you be the Spear? The iron fist, the
blade upon which our foes beat in vain? Will it be the Throne,
defenders of the Dark Ones mortal realms, of that mighty city in
which we dwell? Will it be the Altar... shield of Ashalons Order? Or
perhaps the loneliest path, that of Strength Supplicant, all these
paths demand that, strength of body to fight the many foes Ashalon.
Strength of will to withstand the many promises and lies hurled our
way by those who would seek to mould us in their image. Strength of
purpose to carry through the Vision revealed by Harvas, to adhere to
the Code handed down to us.
Come Supplicant...
would you wish to know more of the Ravens? Of the warriors of the
Dark One? No Dark Knights are we... no shadow of their glory, know
that
now. Ashalon's, body mind and soul are we, for Him we fight the Endless War, for Him we die, and for Him we sell our very souls. Come then Supplicant... make your way
to the City of Nineveh... seat of the Dark One, and take your first
steps upon the road I now follow. Seek me out there Supplicant, I
shall wait, a guide, a teacher, and if need be... an
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