Long ago a people were shattered. Betrayed and abandoned by their leaders, they were hunted and shunned, chased and slaughtered for crimes that the wicked ascribed to them. Crimes that were for the betterment of all. But the cries of the innocent fell upon ears already deaf with hatred and bigotry. Blood was the only medium of forgiveness that these people were shown.

For centuries they hid and sought shelter and lowered themselves to vagabonds just to survive. For centuries they lived in fear.

They need not any longer.

We are the blade that will reap glorious justice upon the hateful creatures who torment us to this day. We will bring our people back to their rightful home and bring about the change that our ancestors were denied.

As Master I swear this.