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He stands atop the massive stone walls of the city-keep. Gazing onward for miles he sees the far reaches of Sundren. To the north, the mountains, to the south the rocky coastline, dotted with sparse hamlets and the large port of Avanthyr.
How unwittingly people go on about their lives, squabbling and meandering, unaware how many times his hand has stopped the fist of anarchy from consuming people through fear. It had been many years since he defeated the ancient and powerful Red Wyrm and many more since he was a Thayan Knight... the cost of the battle was another Harbinger, all because of a single Arbiter's greed. But that was no longer important, the heroes of this land become so disillusioned to their real enemies.
Ah, but alas... the real enemy is far too cunning for them to see through its shroud. His ruthlessness made him feared, and a well justified fear it was. But at what cost? Loyalty through fear only survives through times of ease, not in times of war. He walked down the guarded stairwell of the wall and past the gates into the trade tier. The nearby Legionnaires bow respectfully as he rests his hands on his ornately crafted hilt and walks towards the city gates.
General Imperatu Verinus, commander of all of Sundren's Legions was a personal friend and knew him well. Placing his hands on the reigns he guides his black stallion along the road less travelled to meet his old friend. Their conversation was long and great in detail. Sundren is a well fortified nation, but has many eyes within that do not serve the city-state's best intentions. The General knew this well, as did he.
The legion itself has many eyes and ears, and silent blades which strike without remorse, but what of true fear? What of wrath? The General agreed, they needed a true symbol of fear to give the enemy.
Silently, the Mursadus Clan was born.
How unwittingly people go on about their lives, squabbling and meandering, unaware how many times his hand has stopped the fist of anarchy from consuming people through fear. It had been many years since he defeated the ancient and powerful Red Wyrm and many more since he was a Thayan Knight... the cost of the battle was another Harbinger, all because of a single Arbiter's greed. But that was no longer important, the heroes of this land become so disillusioned to their real enemies.
Ah, but alas... the real enemy is far too cunning for them to see through its shroud. His ruthlessness made him feared, and a well justified fear it was. But at what cost? Loyalty through fear only survives through times of ease, not in times of war. He walked down the guarded stairwell of the wall and past the gates into the trade tier. The nearby Legionnaires bow respectfully as he rests his hands on his ornately crafted hilt and walks towards the city gates.
General Imperatu Verinus, commander of all of Sundren's Legions was a personal friend and knew him well. Placing his hands on the reigns he guides his black stallion along the road less travelled to meet his old friend. Their conversation was long and great in detail. Sundren is a well fortified nation, but has many eyes within that do not serve the city-state's best intentions. The General knew this well, as did he.
The legion itself has many eyes and ears, and silent blades which strike without remorse, but what of true fear? What of wrath? The General agreed, they needed a true symbol of fear to give the enemy.
Silently, the Mursadus Clan was born.
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