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.~-Elrhilan: The Scorned-~. There are no words to describe the sacrifice we make to our people. There are no jovial expressions in our taverns. There are no monuments to us by the roads, or in the libraries. There are no commendations from our citizens, and our leaders. There are no pompous titles awarded for our actions. There are no great songs written about our labours. There are no great tombs where our leaders are interred. There are no faces in these ranks of white steel. For there is no honour in battle and death. If you have the gall to sacrifice for this city, then come. I will teach you the ways of cursed combat, and unrighteous death. I will teach you to bare arms, and be as one with your lliran. You will learn to be ashamed of your mask. Give me your names, those who would give everything they have to protect their people, and you shall be scorned, as I. I await you. -Sillumir .~-Chain of Command-~. Only I, and the triumvirate, may give you orders, my brethren. Heed not the command of the ignorant. .~-Chapter Roster-~. -