Role

Chapter 1

Upon a windspwet cliff I draw my blade and pray. I pray with the last
sliver of the darkened sky, shrouded from the moon and her prying eye. I
rehearse the dark forms of the blade as the sun shatters my solace. I do
not guide it anymore, and the blade, in fact, guides me through the for-
bidden forms. I do not know what force gave us, that is the blade and I,
this knowledge but I do know their purpose--to prepare me to battle the
rising sun, to besmirch all that it represents before the very eyes of
the Gods who despise me so.

I glorify the truth, the darkness of man, and the Ill Omen in the face of
Shokai as he rises each morning, and I will curse him until the last flame
of the dawn burns no more. With these hands, the hands that have killed so
many of his champions, I sew the seeds of his destruction.

I draw my blade and pray. I pray for this power to never fail me, for if
it does not, I will bear it for eternity, and be the blight of this world
forever more.