Serve no one but Bane.
Fear him always and make others fear him even more than you do.Memories of Sirus WillensbaneI didn't choose my faith, my faith chose me, whenever one, or entire popoulations had to be eliminated in His name, I was called to lead the faithfuls. I never asked myself
whether it was right or wrong, I only executed what my Lord asked me to, it was written in His scheme, I was destined to become an harbinger of fear and death.
I potrayed no scars on my visage, unlike my kind.
I was a warrior who bared no sign of the continous struggles of battle, only mere splashes of blood reached my skin as my unconcerned look was drawn
on my soldier's vile acts, witnessing what was required of our noble and reserved flock.
The same look remains unchanged here, in this mistland. To my surprise and delight, I have discovered the Black Hand reached and pierced this far.
Faiths are numerous, so are heretics. Disdain, hatred - I can read it in their eyes, but also fear, the look of one who suffered by the Black Hand somehow holds an unique sight, a sight, I've come quick to recognize during my years of servitude.
I used to get that alot when I led convoys out of Zhentil's keep, on paths that crossed the Black Lord's fiefs, up to villages that recognized the fearsome insigna, their look is just the same. These lands are wicked, they hold potential for the Black Hand to breed, even though outnumbered no false step is allowed to the harbinger of Bane.
Surprisingly, I've found many watchful brothers and sisters in my traveling, I've joined a small company by the name of 'The Black Gauntlet' that made shelter in Barovia.
They were faithfuls of Bane and I aligned myself to their order. We shared one mentality and one belief, none could stand against our fearful march.
What drove us was hope to build a fane for our Lord, whatever sufficed to gather all the faithfuls.
The days proceeded well, I could sense that he was pleased.
Rough times did not take rest to approach. The Black Gauntlet slowly shattered all over the Core, some left, some just disappeared. And again, I retreated
in Vallaki, to shape my faith and to prevent such unfortunate events to repeat. One require strenght of will to keep a group together, and my powers that time
could not allow that.