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Folk remember the dark times, when destruction roamed the land.
They think of war… death… torment.
They blame those of us who walk in the shadow, call us evil.
But we are not.
We were deceived by the one who ruled us. To understand us, you must first understand him.
Hopeslayer, they call him. Bael'Zharon, the fallen lord.
He craved power, and gave himself to chaos.
His obsession nearly destroyed the world.
The Shadow Kingdom's path runs along the sword's edge.
On One side, untold strength.
On the other… madness.
The Hopeslayer strayed – and fell.
Look on his face, and swear:
I will not follow.