An hour of darkness marches across the blue of dusk's moon. A grand cathedral looms over the poor town, ensuring a vigilant observer in the gloom. I am the sentry, the wavering shadows of the early morning's vapors.

Stars alight the fields. Insatiable hunger broods ill intent, and evil mars the heart of chivalry. I am those stained by treachery. I am revenge.

Vengeance flowers athwart the land. Magic falters; honor lives. I am the voiceless. I am the downtrodden.

Lustrous pains, fierce hatred kindles mortals to grievous actions, grievous ends. I am righteousness. I am the Mare Do Well.