They came in the distance, the roaring shackles released as chains fell free in the night. Chain links, dark and broken to the ground. It was an age of a new era. Where the Mage would finally have met their match. She was great cunning and witty. None expected her to rise. And when she did her warriors came. Wielding nights cloaks and back-stabs. After we took back our homes our land things we were denied because we did not live the 'noble' life. She called us up once more. The punishers of Cove. We stand to take out those that would disturb what we have rightfully gained. Freedom.