Crusaders... the now long dead bodyguard of the Nine. In the war against the elves it was them who were first to engage the enemy, and the last to retreat. When the war ended, only a handfull of them survived. And with the help of the remaining Aspirants, they hid the Nine in their sleeping places.

They have now returned, through me. Tonight, Sister Mors led us to a Seance to contact the Nine and to seek guidance. We begun the chant in our Temple and true as it was, one of them appeared and spoke to us...



I told Him we could not raise Him from His tomb until we regained to our possession the Sword of the Nine, which we believed the Virturi now held in their possession. He gave us a command to raise an army worthy of the King, to which we promised to get to as quickly as possible. As a gift to help us on our mission, he sent a spirit of one of His old servants to aid us. I was chosen to become the first of the reborn Crusaders. It was painful, as the shadowy armour practically formed upon my flesh...



The feeling was frightful, but still... wonderful. I could see things from the past and feel them aswell. The spirit was within me, as I was within him. We were... are... one. I don the armour, which is now part of me, with pride, though I know that it is always watching. Anything I do now, will be known to the Nine and thus, to the Dark King.

I am truly in His kingdom now...