War has waged between the clans of Darien for 12 years leaving destruction in it's wake. Legions of warriors have united and clans have risen and fallen throughout the years. The Wolfclan, 30's, Reaction Extreme, The War Gods, just to name a few, have been consumed by battle leaving a trail of noble warriors dead on the war path. Evil magicks twist the souls and even the physical cages of beings bearing the marks of war. There are few left alive to tell the tale.
The great clans, defying the anceint laws of Kandra through magick, have suffered untold losses. Almost none survive today lest but a handful. Ghosts of fallen warriors come to the fight with a hardened fervor and dissappear as quickly as they came like words written in water.
I've burdened the losses of many great friends and weep at the graves of my enemies for no better honor can come through death yet no foe has given me my freedom from this prison. I've strived for the Brotherhood to stand strong these past six years as I have been it's only steward until the prestigious Feild Marshall Monk has come to my aid in our everlasting battle with the IMP clan of eastern Zhon, a worthy opponent, indeed.
Rallying to the war cry we have replenished our numbers with Copperhead, King Kong and Lord Cheetah. Cheetah has been off on an emissary mission for quite some time and we fear he may have fallen to an ambush. Copperhead was taken prisoner on the plains of east Kaluen and all attempts for his recovery from the merciless IMP's have all failed. Kong suffered trauma to his mind from his brief captivity in the Tarosian prison under IMP control known as the Human Menagerie just south of the capitol of Elam. The sounds of the prison alone were enough to try and force yourself to wake up from the nightmare.
We were in need of a hired gun.
The TD clan had recently fallen apart from the inside out and I knew an old nemesis there. We struck a bargain - I collect the heads and after the war I control Elam and the mountains west and north of the city, Feild Marshall Monk has laid claim to the waters and southern coastal regions of the Verunan landscape, while Captain Savage stakes Kaluen, the western mountain region and the green plains that lay between them that he once called home as a child.
The remaining lands are to be divided up amongst the reigning warlords of their respective legion, while the homebase of IMP was to be burned to the ground. Every tree, bush, and blade of grass was going to be incinerated, idols destroyed, and bloodlines exterminated. This genocide will dwarf the mass murders by Lord Buriash of his own people two centuries ago - 7.2 million left for dead to feed and breed spirit wolves for the zhonian war tribes in a deal cut behind closed doors.
To our Brothers missing in action, we will find you.
This, is the punishment due.