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Great beasts emerged from the depths of the darkest chasms to claim what was rightfully theirs. Wars emerged from all corners of the world. Men fought for fame, for glory and for wealth. Chivalry, Justice and the Righteous slowly began to fade from the surface of the Earth. There was, however, one thing left for these men of morals and dignity. Hope.
You can be, rest assured, that the Lords of Avarice will be there to crush it.
Fairy Tales and Prose of pious natures spewing from the mouths of Minstrels and Bards, counting on one day that a saviour will grace himself from the heavens and save the world from the chaotic destruction we hold so high with an imaginable amount of pride and dignity.
The Lords of Avarice can only shake their head and laugh, for fiction is only that, fiction and cannot be confused with the truth.
The truth is, The Lords of Avarice are like a Cult no other. We reward our members for their creativity, ruthlessness and of course, their ability to cleave the flesh from another man's body.
We dwell in Sin. Envy, Gluttony and Lust are all welcome within our halls. Be remind, though we do smile down upon those with a voice and fighting spirit, respect will be shown to the Masters, for we have no qualms when it comes to removing your head clean from your shoulders.