Long shadows stretch deep in the lingering night in which my faith almost was vanquished by the servants of the God of Light and Truth. We once kept the secrets of blasphemy and piety; we brought faith to mortal end.Then those who sought our counsel and hand on matters most discreet, decided that Assishans have no place in a world of black and white, so those on either side sought to dissipate the gray.  Despite their heretic desire, I survive and I will not go quietly nor will I faithlessly wander.  I will as a disciple of Deyja bring blade to those that she has chosen to embrace. 

    An ambiguous line stretches between what some call good and evil. I stand upon this line, wearing my golden ceremonial mask, expressionless and cold, the treasured mark of my forgotten order. I am neither the vindicator of the weak nor the subjugator of the powerful; my touch is death unbound and free of reason and remorse. I am an Assishan, loyal servant of Deyja Goddess of Death. Until they day I embrace her with my eyes closed, I see only the beauty of my faith.

~Adaxxis Nightshade

...................................More to come in 2009

~PLMII