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the stories that tell of the Black Knights origin speak of a wicked woman, a noble knight on a black hearted human freed from the darkest, they are fragmented and far from scholarly truth. In most circles, they are considered myth, but they are not met. They are a warning. The first records of the Black Knights presence abused and writings from the last days of the age of chivalry, when kings and their galleon nights stood guard against threats from the dark edges of the known world. The wicked Woman stories go sought a night of the purest start, a hero whose loyalty and goodwill would be his undoing. One. She had this poor, brave knights heart. She would lock it in a black cage that it may be controlled through pain and seduction. For no cage heart could withstand the wicked woman's hushed commands. So the woman searched following tales of brave men and women across the land to find that perfect love really given the built upon lies. Kings and heroes back for her grass pleaded for her affections, but none were right. None were pure. Then one amongst the gathering of Hero Shine brightest, a champion night with a heart of gold in a beautifully brutal command. Off the battlefield, Izarra was that of a righteous warrior, his armor with silver and grows. And the woman was pleased this noble knight would be the first and only soldier and her everlasting army. He would lead a mortal forces across the land of the waking world, followed by fire and death and sorrow. And so her seduction began slowly, purposefully, with soft words and casual glances until the Knights heart was hose and her trap was sprung and the good man was a noble knight fell and the black Knight Dude rise and the kingdom's did crumble and the lands did bleed with each swing of the infernal warriors. Unholy axe. But this was all long ago when the for gotten age. What matters now is not the broken lands of the noble man's damnation. What matters is that the wicked woman has summoned the black knight again, this time to a realm of warriors beyond imagination, where an incredible power waits to be tainted and twisted to fit the dark sorcerers. Arcane needs. She must have it. She will stop at nothing to claim it as her own. There is no spell. She will not cast no sin. She will not commit. And for his mistress, there was nothing The Black Knight will not do. No challenge. He will not face no foe. He will not vanquish no worlds. He will not conquer. The power will be hers. If true, if any of this is true than pity all who call themselves champions and defenders of this strange new warriors realm because death walks in black armor and it comes to claim its prize.