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Black riders are sent from the gates of the
Ebon Spires, hand-delivering missives to each
servant, shrouded and open, of the Prince of
Three Crowns, Lord of Darkness, the One True
God. From the Moonsea they press west,
delivering news to His faithful, murmured
whispers from the shadows.
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PRAISE BE TO THE ONE TRUE GOD, MAY WE STRIKE
DOWN ANY WHO COUNTER THE ONE TRUE WAY, AND ANY
WHO CANNOT BE STRUCK BE CURSED ETERNALLY TO BE
JUDGED BY LORD CYRIC'S HAND HIMSELF.

The Strife-ridden faithful of His eternal army
are called to Lord General Dy'nesir's assembly
and tourney grounds to shed blood and honour
in His glory. With the passing of each sun, He
calls more into the fold of His army, headed
at fore by the Banelord Nerian of House Xavril.

Those wishing to earn rank and stance in the
shadow of the Dark Sun's standing army are
charged to ready steed, lance, and steel to
rank one another on the field of battle.

To achieve rank in Banelord Xavril's fold will
require skill in the saddle with both spear
and melee alike. Worthy riders will be ranked
thusly against one another, seating themselves
in proper office to serve Lord Cyric's
unending conquest of the tyrants and and
justicars who claim lordship across Faerun.

At the thrice-tolling bell hourly, rally ones-
self on the parade grounds of Lord General
Dynesir's Ebon Spires. Bring glory and blood
to shed on the field, and leave weakness
and hesitation for those less deserving.

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