...it was the Will of the Master, that Darkness come unto the lands..

..to break the chains of the Light and give all Creation a choice..

...His blood bathed the earth, the lakes, the forests, the seas...

..freedom came unto the realm, unto all who walked or flew...

...and the Light recoiled...

...but it was the Black Moon...

..in all its obliterating, graceful splendor..

...that would Extinguish the Sun..

...and drown the Flame of Hope beneath an Umbral tide...

...In Darkness below and Eclipse above...

..with a Tower to touch the skies..

...and Sons to court the Corners...

...Algoron will be reborn by our blood...

...we are many, for We are Her Legion...

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Independence breeds chaos.  Submit and be strong.

Death is patient.  It flows both from without and from within.  Be vigilant

in all and skeptical of all.

Beneath a Black Moon, the Umbratide rises to drown the flame of hope.

Through purpose, Power. In Umbra, truth. By both Algoron is made anew.

One who follows the heart finds it will bleed.