" - For so long I had wrought righteous fire where I tread, the face of Evil trembled in fear themselves when they heard our name. The Vigil, for the longest time the old guard stood and fought the good fight against the forces of darkness, but the darkness continued to claim.
A wicked thing, a terrible curs-ed, vile thing that corrupts all it touches. But not us, those of us who would stand against the coming tide and draw their blades in defiance of the coming darkness. At least, so I thought.
I remember the days, before I had established my own chapter in the Grey City... No No, it was with My Commander, Ser Maerin. A staunch man he was.. unrelenting, unbending an exemplary example of what it meant to belong to the Order of Holy Judgement. I remember the last time I saw him, we chased down a maddened mage to the ends of the shadowed wood. The mage had escaped our grasp, long enough to cant his vile enchantments to grant him strength beyond any man.. He appeared before me, ripping out my very heart. I'll never forget that feeling - It was the same as.. when I had lost them. I lay powerless, dying... caught in my own reflections I remember faintly just before my vision faded to nothingness, I saw him charging valiantly at my attacker. Driving a blade into his body.. - Then, nothing.
It feels like so long ago these days were, though things haven't changed much.. there are just less of us willing to do what is right, and more fools and heathens vying for every excuse to pardon Evil Sonea Evertale, the most recent Verdict delivered to her left an outrage that stunned even myself. What these people would do to feel justified in their perceptions coming to the defense of a freak, with bones erupting out of her back like wings. What she had to do to be rewarded with such, it sickens me...
Her death spurred what I can only call as a gathering of the wretched, for anyone that would defend such a sick and twisted being must be the same themselves... most notably Ilona Mellis, I heard warnings of her... but I did not have enough information to act in good faith. But, I didn't need to. She volunteered herself to be shot in the back by Gendarme de Sauvre after her interesting choice of actions but with both deaths the warning I had set out to relay was heard.
To all who would do Evil, To those who murder the Innocent, To the unjust Tyrants.
On behalf of every victim, for every soul lost in the night, and for all those who cannot fight for themselves.
I shall deliever Vengeance."
Ser Maerin, Ser Roland Steele riding out with a column of Knights from the City of Neverwinter. 1372DR