Songs Of The Northern Whispers

Sworn to the Crown of the Empire, pledged in fealty to shield the throne and diadem at any cost. A cavalier, once a mere wight, held in no esteem and oft belittled. Scorned and flouted, yet never yielding, now he doth dominate the field of battle with an aura untold and unreckoned. Fear and dominion hold sway, a dance macabre o'er the embattled plain. No man, nor liege, may elude the cavalier's iron clasp and fury.



A knight of such honour and integrity, mighty and sovereign in rule, thus he stands a peril to every crown. Yea, even unto the very realm he doth serve, a menace to the coronet they must with vigilance guard against.