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"Year, after a year, I lay in wait. Walking in this land with no purpose. Year after a year, I fight a pointless battle. Against an Orsonian, who deems me to be a threat to the Lifestream, against a foolish bandit who wants to carry my sword..."

"I had claimed to not have lost my mind after I lost my home. Sanctuary of my kin. Home which had people who accepted me, people who gave me purpose to fight for, a reasoning to go on... They gave me a purpose to keep going."

"And now that it's gone, most of my kin had gone... Furious, crushing people they come across, resorting to blood sports to feed their insatiable anger, and fury."

"Children of Nyx, followers of the Dark, I. Yaron. Beckon to you, to come back to your roots. To stop your bloodshed for mere seconds and find place in your mind for the Nightmother... And for your kin."

"All of us had been pulled apart, all of us... Had been forced into Darkness, not knowing that Mirelings were born in it."

"Kin of the Shadowmire, creations of Nyx, and those who had lost their home... Do not think of yourself as mindless beasts."

"Mindless beast is not bound by a purpose but destruction and chaos... And we, the Kin of Shadowmire... Have a purpose."

"A calling, to reunite with each other, to find peace."

"As Champion of Nyx, I ask you to respond to Her and my calling, a call to..."

"RISE"