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[i]"And so a curse, spawned from Man's misguided ambitions; blighted the land. A mighty scourge descended upon the kingdoms of the innocent; and monsters were those it touched. Man devoured man, beasts turned upon their masters and great was the suffering of mankind . . . "[/i][/center]

Darkness descended on the land upon accursed wings as madness spread through the people. A darkness that seemed to reverse the laws of even death itself as those who became afflicted with this evil became something inhuman. Creatures that seemed hell bent on ending life, bringing suffering, and spreading madness on a scale unheard of. This....plague, whatever it may be; descends upon villages in the night and leaves monsters in it's wake. People became terrified and looked to the Heavens to a god who had seemingly turned his back on such foulness. Hope dwindling like a candle being swallowed by shadow. Yet even so, whispers spread by the words of travelers of mysterious warriors who seem to follow upon the heels of the darkness. Warriors clad in black armor bearing a coat of arms none recognize. Three crows forming a circle upon a red field. 

Warriors who fight the undead creatures with ease and are accompanied by large black ravens. However, the rumors are that they have killed innocents as well, burning whole villages to the ground. Who they are, no one knows. Harbingers of the plague, dark guardians, no one is certain. All that is truly known is that the darkness is only growing, the madness spreading like the disease with it. Lords hide behind their walls as their people suffer and die, people look to anything that gives them hope that all will return to normal, but people are running out of hope even as the whispers of these....raven knights persist...