We are the broken, and the damned. We hold nothing above ourselves, for all that surround us are those who thrive within the hell we create. The blood stains the ground as we fight, blades stained with crimson liquid before it burns black. Fire dances as we laugh, destruction tearing down upon the lands we called home for centuries before. We create a new empire, one that only the dead shall rule, where shadows are prominant and that of the Lasombra thrive within their embrace. Let the bell be rung, a new era is coming.
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