"Walking on a path of decay among the slain men, amidst a shadowy aura ever hovering the battlefield. The soul taker has come: The Wraithlord"


A powerful horn roars into the frozen wind, shaking the mountains afar, tall shadows in the north. The enemy trembles with freightened eyes about the field. A wall of shining knights whose armours glitter in the heatless sun burning the watcher's eyes, march forward towars their opponents' impending fate. One sinister order of their fierce commander is all that is necessary to storm the enemy and unleash oblivion itself onto the world.
Death Before Dishonour!
The Immortal Kings.

Out of trust, honour and blood, our bond was made, Baptised. My Blood-Bond Brother, may Glory always mark your path!

- Fight fire with fire, water with air and earth.


๖ۣۜWraith